To the beautiful foreign woman I saw on the metro today/

You looked beautiful In a blue summer dress Blonde hair, curled up in a bunTrudging alone, making your way, in those tangerine flip flops. You, woman, seemed like a breeze I can never feel in this dusty city’s heat. I was looking at you, admiring you, accepting you in my country, But, unlike me, I…

Just.

Ever felt like you are running and running and running but getting nowhere? Like you are stuck in one place for so long, you feel suffocated all the time? On the outside, everything feels fine but then there is the inside… broken for some reason. Incomplete. Always in ache. Your mind is always occupied with…

home’/refuge’/’आसरा’

आसरा/ out of all the battles she faces in a day, the hardest one is when she finally lie down in bed and try to sleep. The day’s struggles often make her not pay heed to her most difficult battle because the world’s noises and the people somehow make her forget about it. . ….

Caged/

/caged The wings flutter A struggle, the art she creates The meaning? The reason? It’s all in her head To set free, to clear the gray Breaking the bars, the shackles Of the prison her mind has create A rebel for her life Her feet on the ground, Watch her breakway.

Inevitable

//Pain is inevitable. It will take various forms But it will exist… still. Earlier it was the deep, empty void Now it is the one who has filled this void Close but far away Creating yet another void in me Waiting for him to fill it yet again//

The demon that stays inside me.

sadly they never considered the possibility of it being the other way round. That because of what I call “anxiety”, I might be having such sleep and food habits.

It was Friday, the 13th.

And this is how two hoomans, with a dank sad heartbreak, ache and stabbed history, not looking for love, found love.

Love, lust, and thrill

My love for my brother, my lust for wandering and my thrill for the mountains made me travel solo all the way to Dehradun at a huge risk.

I lived a dream.

to be Honest, I always wanted to experience Something Just Like This.

Week 6

(might seem like tiny things to be happy about) but hey! we should find happiness in the little thing, right? I am starting to find mine. 🙂

Week 5

Reality check: no jungle is smooth and easy.

Week 4

Howdy! I hope all of you are having a happy Sunday. This post marks the end of the first month in my concrete jungle. You know that ball of fear and fright which exists inside all of us. Right? What happens when some challenge or a new thing touch that ball? It shivers. It shivers so…

The 3 Ws and dreams

Yesterday at the lecture, I and my batchmates were asked an ample lot of these questions by sir and damn! the silence and the vagueness of the answers he received. We all were lost. That little interaction taught me why it is necessary to ask these questions to ourselves every day – it gives us directions.

Week 3

when you assume something about me, you make an ASS of both YOU and ME.

Week 2

I still remember how anxious and “in my own shell” I was on my first day, constantly believing that I will not be able to fit in and the upcoming two years will be difficult – All this before my journey in this concrete jungle started.

Week 1

It has been a week since I joined Amity and I think it is safe to say that it is an organised concrete jungle. Let me explain this idea to you.

About a birthday trip.

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” ― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist A week ago I read this book ‘The Alchemist’ by  Brazilian author Paulo Coelho. There are many references made to omens in this book. Many of you who don’t know the meaning of omens.. it…

Bearers of this age’s burden/

12:00 am . /a jigsaw puzzle in their head a labyrinth, with no way out feeling too much ain’t a curse bearers of this age’s burden shush! don’t say this out loud! respect is theirs who adhere to the rules shut the psychedelics shut the imaginatives shut the surreal it’s a practical world, be afraid…

Dependence/

Dependence/ You know the kind of restless one feels when the soul is pounding with a craving for wandering, art and more art but doesn’t have the resources to satisfy that hunger? If you do, then you feel me. What’s tragic is that our lives are meant to be lived in the ways we want,…

Mules in a Concrete Zoo

/A step inside the metro Squeezing self, adjusting Balancing on toes as I stand On the floor, amidst the crowd, I look around. Tired faces, heavy shoulders Their eyes speak the tales of exhaustion Living life in a spiral, running running Getting nowhere, As they work 9 to 5 behind the desk Superior yelling, client…

My dada, my superman

//when she was born, I was afraid to hold her. When I held her, She grabbed my finger With her delicate little twinkie And oh! The glow my heart felt The innocence in her eyes made me melt. When she was a kid, She used to cling to me when I used to come back…

He, my drink too strong

A Club with glimmers and shimmers Loud music, Everyone’s high And guys? Not so shy. “May I buy you a drink? A glass of wine? Or maybe beer?” Oh dear, it’s a classic move, I know It’s anything but a gentleman show But stranger, I’d still love to reply to you though If you want…

My cure

I felt safe For the first time in a long time When I felt his eyes on me. Hues of brown and grey A universe I want to get lost in, exploring. Distance of few inches Between our silly faces In his arms, my heart races. A lust for a place faraway, A place I…

Comfort in a foreign land

I spent my first night at Singapore with my long relation cousin and let me just say it, they are family goals, well at least for me. Staying with couples like those reestablishes your missing confidence in affection, regard, connections and everything that comes in the middle of from from commitment issues which many millennials…