Sunday, 17 September 2017


Her voice is Carol
You can’t escape listening to it on loop,
Formidable at start, it will eventually make you stoop.

Her face is solitaire
You can’t ignore the glow,
Be whatever the situation, you won’t ever find it at low.

Her humour is obsessive
You can’t help but appreciate the innate child,
Unaffected by the hate, somehow its always mildly wild.

Her heart is caressing
You won’t ever find her saying a no,
Regardless of the suffering, she will always save you from each crossbow.


Wednesday, 19 July 2017

The park!

Somehow, I like this place - a small rectangular area with plenty of tall trees. It’s actually rare in this crowded, suffocating and compact city full of fabricated mortals. The idea of slow breeze, pure air and having small random conversation with you, makes me happy.
Know what? Wait! Let me tell you a secret – It was this exact place where I actually fell for you!
Now, for sure, upon reading this your reaction will be – “Dude! WTF? You have technically lost it!” But believe me; I am being totally honest with that statement. And yes, I have a small request. Can you please stop addressing me as ‘dude’? This word lags both the affection and friendliness. Also, in my native small town, it is generally used by the ones who proclaim being avant-garde but are nothing more than shit. To be true, ‘bro’ is another word which qualifies in the same ‘fad’ category. Thankfully, you don’t address me using that.
Anyways, I should come back to the point. As I said, that park means a lot to me. Primarily, because that is the place where I was stumped by your simplicity, your innocence and by an innate kid which is right there residing within you. That was the place where I have had few long conversations, which unanimously qualify as the best which I ever had post shifting to this city. In fact, if you would recall, I even asked you out one night when I came back from the park – such is the kind of effect which that place has on me. For the records though, I was rebuffed and it is not at all a good memory but since it was going well with the context, I am deliberately quoting it.
Today, I went back again to the same park while sipping a fruit juice and enjoying the high bass of the decent music (Hindi, of course) through my sexy in-ear headphones. I also noticed that due to the rains, trees have grown in size and greenery has multiplied. However, regardless of the music, greenery and the slow breeze, I felt suffocated and crowded by the fabricated mortals. And you know what, that was the moment when I felt that I fell for you again. Damn! You would curse me more now. But trust me, that moment I re-realized that it is actually you who is the real difference. It is you who is the real differentiator.
Now, if you are still confused, let me put it bluntly.
The idea behind such a long haphazard passage was just to let you know that:
Dear friend, howsoever weird I had been lately, howsoever long texts I had been sending obnoxiously, please ignore them and get back soon.

P.S: I miss you.

Monday, 29 August 2016

A year

There is a saying: ‘time flies’.

So many things happened in the last few months: from the engagement of his best friend, his college crush and god knows how many people on his Facebook friend list to broken friendships, the last one year was full of many emotions. He befriended many new people while in parallel, also unfriended many. All through his extensive travels, staying away from home gave him the strength to face new lows in his life. In a nutshell, the past few months were full of excitement, learnings, a lot of takeaways and a pumped up confidence.

However, today, the endless rain coupled with the darkness, startled him and shook his confidence. He was perturbed. Although, considering the recent past, such rains were nothing unusual; still, somehow he was scared. He felt alone and lost.

Amidst a sudden upsurge of emotions, he reached out to his phone, typed her number and was almost on the verge of dialing when suddenly a display of today’s date on the bus running in front, reminded him something abysmal and he momentarily froze. It had been a year since they met. Once a best friend, they both have turned into merely a phone contact now. Rarely do they text and seldom do they talk. Incredulously, he checked and rechecked his phone but the date merely correlated. He felt further nauseated.

And out of nowhere, the next moment, his Facebook feed displayed – “Ah, women are a masterpiece.”

He could not help but relinquish!

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

You & I

You entered my life out of blue, and it was a sheer surprise;
You carried an explicit kind-heartedness - a thing totally sublime.
You surpassed others swiftly and in no time;
You rattled incessantly and gradually it became my lifeline.
You taught me how worthy is smiling in a while;
You facilitated subduing the big headed side of mine.
You supported me through my low and high time;
You made me continue the lost rhyme.
I recollect the times we spent;
I assure you for no future dents.
I will always smile incessantly without a vent;
I will ensure that it does not lead to a dissent.
I am not that great at explaining content;
I just tried covering up with few sentences.
I lately have realized being beholden by your debt;
I am in fact awestruck since the time we met!

Friday, 20 November 2015

The Gift

‘Even if we could turn back, we’d probably never end up where we started’. An encounter with this quote in one of the books suspended his reading. Something deep was imbibed in the line. Regardless of zero correlation, it made him remember her. The statement was flammable and in no time, he experienced an urge for contradicting it. Her friendship was the best thing which could have happened to him. However, it had gone astray since past some time and he could not think of anything better but this to achieve his contradiction.

Rekindling anything is tough and this situation was nothing different. After brainstorming for three weeks, the idea of gifting her on upcoming birthday sounded best to him. He was not oblivious of the fact that she did not like these formalities yet his belief that she’ll for sure be elated upon seeing the gift, overpowered any other thoughts. Somehow with her, he believed in instincts.

He was excited. He was happy. He had planned everything perfectly but little did he anticipate the upcoming jolt. A week prior to the day, he expressed his intent to meet her. She was a highbrow. It took her less than a minute to figure out what he had been up to. Their discussion that day ended up on a completely opposite lane than its start. Somewhere in the middle she even mentioned about not meeting him ever if he happened to get her a gift. She was apathetic. She was indifferent.

He had anticipated her reaction, however, the one thing which he did not anticipate was his strong aloofness to the efforts. She was unmoved, she remained untouched - totally opposite to the person he used to know some time back. The lines of the book danced strangely around him - ‘Even if we could turn back, we’d probably never end up where we started’.

The next morning, a gift was ordered with two changes - content and shipping address. Her smile was invaluable - true but beginning that night, he started appreciating his own smile even more.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

आज फिर

आज फिर एक बार तुमसे कुछ कहने का मन करता है; हर बार की तरह फिर से कहते कहते चुप हो जाने का मन करता है।

कितना कठिन है बताना तुमको अहमियत तुम्हारी; बस ये समझ जाओ कि हर रोज़ तुम जैसे हीरों को तराशने में खुदा को भी मरने का मन करता है।

आज फिर एक बार हँसी में तुम्हारी सब कुछ भूल जाने का मन करता है; हर बार की तरह फिर से एकटक तुम्हें हँसते हुए देखने का मन करता है।

समझता हूँ मैं कि शायद कोई फर्क़ नहीं पड़ता तुमको; पर कैसे न समझूँ कि तुम्हारी बातों में ही गुम होने का आज फिर से मन करता है।

आज फिर एक बार तुमसे कुछ कहने का मन करता है.....

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

That eatery and a rainy outing

With a slow downpour, nature was playing a mysterious beat. ‘Just two more blocks, keep walking’ she exclaimed. Headed towards an expensive eatery in the high-class locality of the town, it was a mini farewell treat from her. Throughout his 8 years of stay in the city, he had never been to that market and with a non-tucked shirt; he looked shabby amidst the classy crowd. ‘We are certainly non-dressed to be at this place’, she added. He preferred being quiet.

An ardent lover of 5 rupai wali ice-cream, such exquisite places haunted him and today was no exception. “What do you wanna have? I’m sure, all these will satisfy your sweet glands!” she asked. “Anything you like. Just make sure it doesn’t have a complete chocolate crux” he was still settling in.

Tempting, enticing and alluring, nothing could more aptly describe the desserts which were placed in front of him in the next few seconds. However coupled with a returning eeriness, his mind was already afar. With mismatching expressions, he expressed his mood. “Please don’t tell me you even don’t like this. God! What do you like then? This is the best in town” she was bewildered. He perfectly understood why she was puzzled, he knew what the occasion was and he even liked the desserts but he failed in expressions, again. All he could utter was: “They are good”.

And so one of their last few outings got killed!