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…

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…

The Dusky Artistry

The sky, tangerine A natural canvas An art so serene I looked at you, capturing the scene You smiled at me, Beautiful, your just being The light bouncing off your eyes, freeing You, lost in getting the perfect canvas click, I took a step back, grasping You and the sky, a fusion, an ART I…

A rebellious dove

Eyes dark What she has experienced is darker; Skin soft Her soul is softer; A world and yet another world One in her head and the second around her; Constant spiral thoughts her head weaves She fights a fight no one can ever see; Smudged kajal and a ciggarete A dark room, an aura An…

Friends turned into lovers

Two humans Always having each other’s back The world knew about their bond A habit which everyone had Of calling out their names together Like it was one single word How beautiful they looked Arriving and leaving together Sharing jokes together Years of knowing each other Knowing each other Better Better than them knowing themselves…

Blind and a wide beautiful smile

A metro Full of tired faces With sleepy eyes And hunched backs Fingers scrolling down the mobile screens A station arrives Enters an old man Walk supported with a stick Blind and a wide beautiful smile In a coach full of dull humans His presence radiated a vibe No eyes can see. Though disabled, he…

My Sun

Our experiences mould the way we see and perceive the world, the people and their stories. They either make us want to love humans or they make us want to hate them and sometimes lovehate them as well. What I saw and experienced made me want to always stay at a certain distance from every…

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.

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.