so the next time

so the next time when love knocks your door,say that you lost its keys long, long agoand you are searching, still searching,whisper word by word in love’s ears, because she’s partially deaf. ask her to wait with little patienceandinitiate a conversation,ask why she comes, gives and goes,ask why her life expectancy is short, so short,ask […]

Lacuna ft. Phir Bhi Tumko Chaahunga

i’m a blank and empty spacethat’s void of everything,my heart doesn’t beat lub-dub.close your eyes,place hands on my chestyou’ll hear the symphonies of love,lost love, old love,rhyming with million metaphors.is there an antidote to heal my heart? “meri jaan main har khaamoshi mein*tere pyaar ke naghme gaaunga…” i feel that a part in me is […]

Unplanned and unedited #4

Thinking about the unfinished books, incomplete poems, half-done painting, yet to be cleaned cupboard, about the mess in my mind, about the fragmented thoughts passes each day at home. The random conversation with people who are miles, states away, the discussions of different perspective on the most common thing, about the uncertainties, about the unfair […]

An ode

An ode, to the walls seeing the unseen faces/ to the floor carrying spilled coffee/ to the gates etched with the memories of goodbyes and hellos/ to the mugs held in between fingers with little care/ to the plates disrespected most of the times/ to the unclear mirror of dust/ to the micellar water removing […]

Life, a road

When i lean on the couch, holding coffee in hand,I think about the park chairs, my best companions.about the forgotten smells of people,about the forgotten smiles, about the forgotten warmth. I don’t want them to fade away like the tint of flowers in between the pages,I want them to stay fresh, I want to feel […]

Somedays, sometimes.

someday words flow like a river, somedays i relearn alphabets to string verses somedays i close my eyes and re-visit memories, and write involuntarily. somedays i feel like living, somedays i feel like thriving, somedays i don’t feel the existence, i look at the mirror and wonder about, how the acne marks heal slowly, like […]

An Internal Affair

I always wanted someone to love me as they would love a poem,that’s written right from heart, the heart that pounds when eyes meet, the heart that weighs pounds, carrying sorrow and sadness.You know how hard it is to write poems? Poems,about life that is like a broken bridge,about birth that always has ends,about the […]

Death

Sometimes, I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.Would there be flowers dropping from sky,would my words fade away,would my paintings be restored,would there be angels coming from heavento carry me to their place,would there be people to cry after I’m gone, gone far away? I think about the death bed […]

Classroom

For a student his world is full of desks, chairs, chalks and books. With summers and autumns, with exposure to the sphere, better lessons are taught and learnt. Can there be a better teacher, a better classroom than life? This post is in response Three line tales by Sonya. I’m not sure if this sounds like a […]

Wish and wishes

Gazing at the sky which is sombre and starless, we wish for the moon to appear from the shadow of clouds, we wish for a rainbow to brighten the sky after every rain, we wish to forget the past and live the present, but somewhere our mind is caught up with regrets and ruminations.We wish […]