Wednesday, 30 December 2015


Sun and light
Sky and infinite
Birds and flight
Are relations
Which ensure
I'm in a
State of delight.

They aren't same
On the contrary
They're different
Very different
They complement
Each other
It's almost
Like a bond
Two inseparable souls.

Its a union of
souls who
Are different
They smile
And cry
For different reasons
But they
Shine and glow

It's this
Which sparkles
And glitters.

A canvas
Is incomplete
Without color
And vice versa
But together
They make a million
Da Vincis and Hussains.

It's this
which creates
Magic and shine.

Tuesday, 29 December 2015


Eyes blink
Heart beats
The soul
Howls and screams.

The blue sky
Turns grey
To express
It's solidarity
During this
Nasty phase

It seems
The sun
Has forgotten
How to smile
Moon's eyes
Have lost its
Because they aren't
Friends any more
They are mere
And satellite

It's all
Black and white
Right and wrong
Yin and yang
Mechanical and technical
No place for dreams
No space for sparkle
It is
All suffocated
And captivated
This is what a 
True disaster
Would look
And feel

Out of love - 36!

Dreamer of sorts 
Wanderer of types 
Sinner of various genres 
Where is that 
Magic and spark 
Which it had 
The spark which 
Is found nowhere now.
the only thing that prevents you from an ending is a mere hope that pretends to re assure you that somethings might end themselves
If I could count my blessings, I wouldn't count you twice or thrice. I'd just replace the term blessing with  you, for you are exactly what the term blessing means to me.
Patterns and confusions 
colours and light 
Trying to bless 
The black and white
World with some 
Happiness and delight.
Instead of making decisions on the basis of what makes us happy and sad we usually choose to opt for what usually would sound right to the world. 
There really is no way in which you can understand the way of this world
Neither did I lose a battle
Nor a business deal 
All I lost were the 
Emotions I used to feel 
It's solely because of science that logic keeps winning over fantasy and imagination.
The glitter in it's eyes was gone as it picked up its 5 digit salary cheque.
It pinched me
Then it scratched
And finally ate 
My soul like 
A wicked parasite 

Sunday, 27 December 2015

The subsiding wind!

 A bit of me died
A bit of me cried
As I saw
The wind of
My dreams

Little by little
A part of me
Became a  part
Of the ashes
That surrounded
Neither was I found
Nor was the soul.

They saw me
And assumed
I was alive
Didn't they know
My soul was
Deprived of light?

My dreams
My imagination
My aggression
My passion
They belong to me
The way the stars
Belong to the night sky

I'm not incomplete
Without them
I'm inexistent
Without my dreams
For they are
As essential as
My breath.

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Faith: A sinner!

I don't fear
The one's who
Lose faith
I fear the
One's who
Love to have
Faith and trust .

The ones who
Their trust
Is smashed
Again and again
The one's who
They're the one's
Who have given up
On faith and trust
On love and passion
They're the ones
Who are beyond
Probably somewhere
Near numbness.

I fear that
Their faith on faith
May get shattered
It is bound to
The world doesn't
Value it
I have almost
Lost the ability
To have faith
In faith.

I hate this
I can't help it either
I'm too numb
To feel what
It is like
To feel scars
On your soul
Wounds in your

Faith has ditched me
And hence
I've ditched it too

Saturday, 19 December 2015

Out of love - 35!

Everything that I do, has a tinch 
The best part about failure is that it never fails to fail the spirit of failure.
From being none to one
To learning the
Difference between
Running away and run
Life had taught its
Lessons which
She had finally learnt
Humans and humanity, a rare combination. Indeed.
There is a certain level of peace and ease that you can only feel when you are with people who are your pillars of existence.
Real family is a bunch of those people with whom you don't have a single picture because you are too busy making memories.
Some battles are fought solely to lose so that you can realise the beauty of not winning.
I have either been black
Or completely white
I haven't really experienced
What grey is like.
All that the people in power fear is the power of love.
I'm neither you
Nor me
I don't know
What exactly
I want to

Friday, 18 December 2015

To be OR to be!

They say don't do what you don't love to. But to what extent is this feasible? I'm doing something which I HATE whole heartedly. I don't know why am I doing it, I don't know my motive behind doing it, all I know is that I don't have to face certain set of remarks from certain people if I do what I'm doing despite the fact that I hate what I do.

Yes! Peoples opinion about me matters to me because I live in a society and I've to live according to its terms before it decides to throw me out of the same. Some people may love me, many might hate me too. But the fact of the matter is world doesn't work on bonds and love. It works on money, power and reputation of course. And for that I've to work whether I like it or not.

I've been working for quite sometime now, been sleep deprived for almost 9 days, my headache seems to be in love with me, it feels as if someone has put my heart into a shredder and of course my soul feels chained and trapped. But the point is who cares? Forget the whos, do I care for the same? NO!

It's not because I don't want to its just that I can't afford to. I as of now fear to be abandoned from the society. I am scared to lose people and hence in order to keep them happy I do a lot of things which I hate to. Yes! I feel the pressure to make people around me proud of me. I to some extent want people to love me, It doesn't matter if they love me for having a fancy CV or for having certain amount of certificates. Though in this quest I've almost lost myself but nonetheless I'll be glad if by doing this I can make some people around me happy and proud.

Much love, always :)

Thursday, 17 December 2015


Times change
But, habits don't
They stay with you
Now and forever
Same is the case
With love and passion
They initially become
Your habit
And then
You become habitual
Of it.

Some habits you
Other habits choose
But in the end
Your habit is
What forms
Your habitat
Whether, it be
Comfortable or not
Beautiful or not
But, what remains
Constant is that
It's yours
Yours very truly

You may hate it
At times
Maybe love it
But your habits
Make you
What you are
The way you
They are a part
Of you
The way you
Are a part of
The world.

They may play
An unacknowledged
But they still
Hold some significance
And hence
You got to
Respect your
For they have
Made and bulit
Yes! You
The one who's
Loved by many.

Monday, 14 December 2015

Faiths and paths!

There is something
Really strange
Yet calm
And peaceful
About walking
On the paths

Neither is the
Destination known
Nor is the path
It's a state
Where you
Walk with
A blank mind
Un-captivated heart
Like a free soul
You flow.

It's like
Floating in water
Going wherever
The water takes

Trusting the
Having faith
On your intuition
You just walk
Freely effortlessly
On a path
Which feels like
A companion
Who's willing
Your share
Of loneliness
And madness.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Light will end fright!

Nights are sleepless
Days have become dreamless
Each passing moment
Makes me a little more restless.

Is it the art
In me
Or the
Spark in me
Which makes me
Feel uneasy?

Am I responsible
For who
What I am?

It's me

I think
With every blink
I relish what I've
But all I fear is
What I posses
Will perish

That's my pain
And my fright
But, I know
The light in me
Will fight
All my frights.

Saturday, 12 December 2015

Out of love - 34!

2 people met to have a conversation in a peaceful place with lips sealed, silences exchanged and frequent eye contacts made.
Never has a conversation felt so fulfilling and enriching!
Scars: An evidence of idiocracy and bravery.
From here to there
was a journey unfair
yet it travelled to unveil 
its lesser known 
Art is an empathiser, not a healer.
That level of freedom when you are bound to feel free.
Do you not fear, the fear of acknowledging my fear? 
Anything whether it be work or academics is a mere source of escapism from the much feared dreamland.
It had to be the STUPIDEST species (homo sapien sapiens or human beings) who would invest their money in something known as mirror only to capture the image of their body in their head and see themselves as others believed they were. Never had individuality or uniqueness felt so ashamed before.
They thought black and white never made love, hadn't they seen the mighty moon propose the night sky while the stars applauded? 
Species apart from us need help to be caged, but we are a self sufficient species we do the needful ourselves.

Sunday, 6 December 2015


Neither can I stop
Nor can I blend
These wars
Never seem to

I pitty them
I empathize with
While trying to
Mend the
Damage done
By them.

Screaming children
Screeching women
Blood stained men
Watch the
Ailing humanity
Come to an end.

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

Out of love - 33!

I wanted to believe I was a creature less ignored but then the blue ticks blessed and the blur assumption became a harsh reality.
The problem with having an affair with art is that it will only happen when you're broken.
"Are you happy?"
"Ummmm........I'm an artist"
Enough was said, felt and understood.

No, the system is not totally flawed our mentalities and thought processes are.
A force for and by the universe. is how i would define love
Wars are expensive. But, surprisingly enough the world always has sufficient funds to fight a war but is always short of funds when it comes to providing free schooling!
There shall be wars till the time justice is delayed and ignored. In case you wish for peace ensure that there is justice available for each and every single person. Or else the concept of peace shall remain utopian as is.
Addiction and obsession are to be lived first and treated next.
Colors are phase in and of life, unlike the constant black and white.
The way this mirror questions me every single time I stand infront of it is no less than a nightmare.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Happy 17th, sister!

Smile that we cherish
Food you make we relish
Joy in our life
You are a
True delight.

Shine bright
Without Fright
Fly beyond
The imaginable

You're our little
Now, not-so-little
Who spreads an aura
So divine

Glow and glitter
My dearest little

Happy birthday panks! :D

Dated: 01-12-15

Monday, 30 November 2015

कला ज़िदगी!

मेरी मन्नत
मेरी दुआ
मेरी जिद्द
मेरी रज़ा
मेरा पागलपन
मेरा जूनून
सब तुम ही तो हो

तुम मेरी रगों
में बहता खून हो
मेरी धडकनों का
वजूद हो
मेरी साँसों का
बहाना हो
ज़िन्दगी का एक
मात्र सहारा हो
तुम कला हो मेरी
ज़िन्दगी हो
मुझ में बसी
यूं अकेली
खुशी हो

Sunday, 29 November 2015

This volcano!

I can feel
A volcano
Emerging, boiling
In me
Its on the
Verge of explosion
But I know
It won't explode
For it fears
The world outside
Or maybe
The world
Outside can't
Handle it.

It's burning
It is
Yet incredibly

This volcano
Inside me.

Wednesday, 25 November 2015


There's something
Strange about silence
It attracts me
It enables me
To listen to
What my
Soul and heart
Are saying.

It's the silence
Which helps
Me feel the
Transition between
The turmoil like wave
And the soothing wave
Which flow in me
Every moment

It's the silence
Which answers
All my questions
Without any
Commotion and confusion.

It's the silence
Which is
Music to my
Therapy to my
And a
For my heart.

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

A possession and beyond!

This place is a possession which makes me feel rich. It's like a shoulder on which you can rest and cry. It's one of those healers where you could go broken, fragmented, shattered and almost shredded and by the time you'd leave this place for the day you can actually very very honestly feel rejuvenated.
Yes! This composition of bricks and cement restores my faith on magic every damn day.
As they say you come here as a student and end up being a resident of this dusty crazy beyond home like thing.
I call this place, an emotion, a possession, a friend and anything  which I'd ever need.
A necessity, an addiction, a friend, a lover, an obsession and most importantly the best therapist this universe will ever have!!!

Glow on you school of dreamers and believers.

You were, you are and shall always remain the priority of my life.
Giving you love is something beyond my capacity for you have defined and embed love in me.

Glow on!!!!!

A mug of coffee!

As I sip
This hot coffee
From this white
Mug and not cup
I can feel
A certain essence
Of peace and serenity.

As I watch
The steam
Which is coming out
From my mug
I realise
That this world
Is like STEAM
It flows
It's upto you
Whether you want
To burn your hand
Or soothe your throat
But what remains
Constant is the

Add sugar
To your coffee
The way you'd
Like to add
Happiness in life
Enjoy it warm
For it is meant
To be enjoyed
That way
Live before you
For this moment
Is all what
You've got
To relish and cherish
Live and love
Before it evaporates.

Dream on!

Let there be magic
Let there be confetti
Let there be rage
If need be.

All you
Gotta remember
Is that
You had
A dream
Which has made
You sleepless
A dream
Which wants you
To live more
Breathe more
Fight more
Learn more

Live for it
Work on It
Bleed and sweat
For It

For it is
All you've got

Dream. Achieve. Shine

Out of love - 32!

Maybe a Re-stitched chest gives you more space to breath.
Death may come near you a lot of times but shall bless you only once. ONE DAMN TIME.
Sometimes you must bleed and injure only to realise and feel how magically beautifully artistic it is to HEAL.

Killing a bit
To survive a little
Fighting with self
To please one another
A battle fought
A war won yet lost everyday.
Only if you had the patience to unveil it layer by layer.
Everything that pricks doesnt really pinch!
Art is one of those sinners you hate to love
Inspirations aren't understood they are just interpreted..
Only if you could believe my dream more than me.....


A white world!.

I write relentlessly
Only to feel
How it feels
To feel nothing
Nothing at all
A state beyond
Numbness and peace

A state which
They call BLISS
Where the world
Is white
And white is
The world
Where air
Is all that
Prevails and exists.

A place where
There is
Neither an emotion
Nor a job
White is all
What the world
Has got.

No love
No war
Making the
Less complicated
For all.

Saturday, 21 November 2015

Art, as is!

They are wrong when they say art is a MEDIUM of expression. Yes! they are. Art is an emotion which flows in you and me, it neither requires a name nor a medium. All it ever needs or rather is based on is soul and love. Nothing more than that and nothing less than that.
There are times when one feels like giving up, quitting or maybe something similar to these emotions and feels lighter, better or calm once they get connected with art. Listening, hearing, speaking everything that surrounds and resides in you is art.
You are the medium of art and not vice versa.
Art can or rather always helps you in one way or the other. It is like an unseen yet felt friend, it stands by and for you without asking for anything in return. It stays with you FOREVER.
Some feel they are art themselves, some consider art as a part of their soul, basically different people give you different perspectives about art.
But, what remains constant is that ART is so close to us. Art is not a medium for us, we are mediums of art!

Therefore, Art is an emotion and a friend both! :D

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Friday, 20 November 2015


It doesn't glow
It doesn't shine
It doesn't glitter
It's something
Which lies within
And brings
Happiness and delight.

You may not
See it
For it's not
Visible always
You can feel it
Every moment
Maybe, because
Its in you
In your eyes
Or maybe
Somewhere else
But it's there
In you
For sure.

It's light.
The light
You and I
To brighten
And enlighten
The world.

The light
Which helps
The universe
Glow before
It shines
The light
Which helps
Instead of
Competing with it
The light
Which blesses
Is the light
Every human

Thursday, 19 November 2015

Annexing Self!

There are times when you can feel your mind bleed, heart sink and body going numb. The blood flowing in the body seems to be like acid which is burning you within.
To top everything you  gotta study about wars for your exams, there are wars happening all around and the battle within is a different case altogether.
It's during these times that you actually discover the warrior the fighter and maybe a student in you!

In the spirit of never giving up and for the love of conquering what I wish to!

Hello exams!

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Yet another delusion

Where do I go
When I feel numb
And absolutely dumb
Should I look
For corners to
Hide in
For those doors
That'd never open
Once I'm in.

I shiver
As I realise
Love is nothing
More than a delusion
Yet, I crave for it
Truly and desperately

Locked doors
Shut windows
Suffocating rooms
Is what we've got
Pretend to live
Before its gone

Monday, 16 November 2015

Out of love - 31!

What is right
May or may not
Bless the sight
Shall always
Lead you to some
Shoot that faith and hope which pretend to give you a better tommorow! 
If distractions give you your share of peace and escapism, then why get rid of them.
The suicide note wasn't surprising at all, it was just a well articulated form of the screaming wet pillow every morning
go down the road and damn the read. You dont need to be cautious anyways.
Composition of bricks and cement vs a combination of people you would love to share your space with. 
It's strange how we hate the art which resides in us yet love the spirit of art which surrounds. 
Suffocation is fatal, pain fortunately isn't. 
It's strange how
Things that used
To affect me then
Don't affect me now

Either I've 
Accepted them 
Or I've become
Comfortably numb
And they thought residence and home meant the same.

A thought!

As I wander
On this chaotic road
While pretending
To be
I realise how
I've been to
Actually feel

My thoughts
Aren't really mine
They are influences
Influenced by
Things that
Surround me
And you.

What's in head
Isn't yours
What's in heart
Might be yours
What's in dream
Is solely yours

Every dream
That you
Is yours
And yours truly
And I wish
To give my dreams
A thought, first
And others

Friday, 13 November 2015

Happy birthday best friend!

A bond beyond words 
Love beyond expression
A joy felt every second 
Pictures together cherished every moment 
A relation which glows 
An incredible combination of souls 

A late birthday wish 
By a foolish kid 

Happy birthday best friend. 

I love you more than the most! 

To the spirit of infinite birthday cakes which will be cut in the next one million decades. 

With lots of smiles, sweetness, and love. 

Cheers! :)

Thursday, 12 November 2015

An incomplete joy!

As I sit on this cold uncomfortable marble floor, trying to look at the sky while the grey suffocating smoke tries to burn my eyes and suffocate me. All I crave for is you grandpa.

As I nibble this chocolate which isn't tasting very sweet today for some reason there is a series of flashbacks of our moments. Whether it be putting candles, re-arranging the already set lights, that excitement of getting a gift from you and most importantly the diwali dinner.
Today this festival is back yet again this bungalow is well lit yet again, there are fancy candles everywhere, the cook has done a fantastic job as usual but this isn't my HAPPY diwali. This is my fourth diwali without you. But that void remains as it is. That space which belonged to you still belongs to you, obviously.

I know you are there shining bright somewhere in the night sky, making millions smile by glowing brighter than the brightest up there. Being the reason of hope for thousands by twinkling there in the dark.  However, optimistic I try to sound or pretend at the end of the day the fact remains the same i.e. I MISS YOU.

Diwali has lost its essence of light now it's all about that suffocating smoke which tries hard to conjest my chest and burn my eyes. This day has just become an official day to flaunt now. Going to places exchanging gifts and not smiles or hugs, wishing people despite of hating them and what not.
This wouldn't have happened had you been there.
Anyways, you shine on there in the sky, while I pretend to be happy and content.
Universe has probably promoted you. Initially you only had to take care of my smile, now you have to do that for a zillion people. I know you're doing your job well.
I may or may not learn this art of making people smile but I think I'll just ensure that I atleast don't hurt people.

Keep glowing my old man, for that is my light irrespective of Diwali.

I love you!
And I miss you beyond words!

Yours and only yours,
Naughty girl.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

कुछ अलफ़ाज़, बस यूँ ही -07!

उड़ान पंखों से नहीं, हौंसलों से होती है।
कहानियों का अंत होता है, दास्तानों का नहीं ।
कुछ चीज़ें और रिश्ते बनते ही ख़तम होने के लिए हैं, कितनी भी मेहनत करो उनके लिए अंत में उनको राख ही होना होता है
ख्वाब अधूरे रहना का नहीं, टूटने का डर है।
जिन्हें हमारे अलफ़ाज़ भी ना समझ आये उनको नैनो मे बसा दर्द या ख़ुशी कहा से समझ आएगी
टूटने को तो कुछ था ही नहीं बस जो जैसा था वो उजड़ गया और कुछ नहीं.
ज़िन्दगी भर जंजीरों ने जकड के रखा आज जब उनसे रिहा हो गए तब भी आजादी का एहसास नहीं हो रहा क्यूंकि उन जंजीरों से रिहा हो कर अपनी कैद मे फिर बंध  गए. 
आजादी तो कहीं मिली ही नहीं 
कहानियाँ अनकही नहीं सिर्फ अनसुनी होती है।
उस से इतनी मिन्नतें करीं
की कमबख्त दर्द भी बोल पड़ा
की ये मै नहीं ऐ नादान
ये तेरा इश्क है जो
तेरे अश्कों तक को कैद करके बैठा है
तुम मेरी वो दुआ हो 
जो किसी फ़रिश्ते ने 
मेरे हक में पढ़ी है
 तुम वो मन्नत हो 
जो कुबूल हुई है 

आखिर कैसे देखू तुम्हे यूं राख होते हुए

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Happy Diwali!

I'd love to
Wish you light
But I won't
For I know
It's already
There in you.

Your soul glows
Because of the
Internal light
And that is
What brings
To you me and
Everybody that surrounds

I'd wish you
Spark and shine
Luck and love
For that is all
I wish for
You and me
I hope all
Of us get it
You and me.

Happy Diwali! :)

Saturday, 7 November 2015

Out of love 30!

It cared
It Loved 
For it was
All it had 
To give 
And take 
In the end people show you their true colors and that is exactly the time when you realise that their is a mirror in you in which they finally see their reflection. 
If it doesn't fade away, make a window and let it escape
Nobody felt the pain those stitches gave, all they saw was an ugly patch on the face they (un)fortunately saw quite often.
It went beyond the colours only to realise who beautifully magical the colourful soulful black was....
Light is bright, they say
for me its a matter of sight.

I find night sky bright
For it treats me better
Without any fight.
death is dark
life is darker
giving up is THE DARKEST
That transition from Tantra Tees to Allen Solley shirts had made her realize that life had changed. Changed drastically
"i only believe, what I see" she said, before she folded her hands to pray to God. Unseen and unfelt as usual. Hypocricy's ego was massaged yet again
Though it's mighty and majestic, it still remains black. 

Friday, 6 November 2015

Cheers to being me!

They call me
For I refuse
To follow their
Nauseating rules
Of sanity
And shameless
Policies of destruction.

I'm a ruthless
A black spot
Because I don't
With stand their
Ridiculously awful

I'm a cynic
For I don't
Massage their
Pseudo intellectual

I'm a psycho
For I don't
Give a damn
About what they

I'm almost
Everything you
Never want to be
Or want anyone
Around you to be

Yet, I'm
What I am
Not pretending
To be
What you
Expect me to be.

I am
Kind of glad
About that
Despite of being
A black spot
And a failure
In your view.

Thursday, 5 November 2015


Sunshine is valued
Moonlight is treasured
For shine is
Light is
For real.

What glows
In the dark
Is what shows
The path.
What shines
Bright usually
Hampers the sight.

Shine surrounds
What glows bright
Light is within
And around
Irrespective of
What surrounds

They worship
The sun
Call it divine
As if it's
A blessing like
No other
Is it because it's
And brings pseudo

They stare
At the moon
Restoring their
Faith in
Peace and serenity
For the moon
Doesn't ask
For your
Selfish prayers
It's beyond
Your desperate

Monday, 2 November 2015

Out of love - 29!

A bleeding eye can see things beyond retinas ability to capture.
Every person who is associated with art is an escapist first and an artist next.
Every morning its moist pillow held a burden which it and nobody around it could handle all day.
That awkward silence between them said volumes about their relationship!
who said there were a million stars, everytime I looked there all i saw was you..
They knew each other so well, that silence was the only thing they could share.
Machine detected boiling blood, shattered heart, fragmented soul and sold passions were ignored as usual.
You dont need a degree to show and be compassionate.
syringes used to prick the skin then, today the blue ticks on whatsapp have replaced the shredder of hearts.
The people you love the most are the ones who shred, you, your soul , almost everything in and around you.

Sunday, 1 November 2015


We're all sinners
Either of saints
Or of devils
Yes! We are
Because nobody is
Neither you
Nor me
We are
But not perfectionists
We make mistakes
At times commit crimes
Only to realise
How beautiful it is
To fall and rise
Rise higher than
What we were
To learn how
To overcome the
Pain and suffering.

I'm a sinner
Of pain and evil
Because I choose
To count my blessings
Even when I'm
In pain
I don't acknowledge
The evil
Because I know
"This too shall pass"
I'm a proud sinner
Are you a
Proud sinner too?

Monday, 26 October 2015

Out of love - 28!

With every pale, soggy and dusty photograph I held in my hand a flashback of memories followed. Reminding me about the time, occassion, company and lot more which finally led to a clickable moment!
A punctured mind is always less painful than a shredded heart
under the moonlit sky my dreams build and fly but as the sunshines they seem to die. WHY!!!
In the end FREEDOM is the only cause of suffocation!
freedom is an essence
That journey from ashes to mere memories had discovered a new ME! 
After every sweat drenched day there is a serene moonlit sky waiting for you to smile
In the end we are all sinners either of saints or of devils
Childhood is an essence,  it stays with you till the end its just that you start ignoring it and hence feel aged and old
You lose more than half the people and things that you possess without knowing that you have actually lost them. Its the time when you crave and need them, you finally realise that they are no more

Sunday, 25 October 2015

For forever!

Once upon a dream in a bubble far far away somewhere between the bright Venus and little Pluto existed a world, a world less known. This world was blessed with different species like our normal world. The only difference between the real world and this NOT SO real world was that every species here had traits of the other. A bear could understand a kangaroo's language and vice versa.
     It was a normal day for this crazy kangaroo called Dev. Dev woke up to its ridiculous alarm tone, went to the loo, Shat, flushed it, washed hands, did everything else required to kick start a normal day. On the other hand there was a crazier than the craziest bear known as Sonu. It was an almost normal day for this bear too until Dev the kangaroo entered it's life.
       One sunny day when the clouds were almost on the verge of sabotaging all the light, Dev met Sonu. They met, like good sophisticated cultured animals initially and after a couple of meetings there was no need to meet each other. They were connected all the time until one of them slept. Seeing each other's comical face was now officially an addiction.
  They laughed, fought, cared with and for each other. For Dev Sonu was priority and it was same for Sonu too. They had stitched each other's tattered soul, re-shaped each other's fragmented heart and had become an essential component of each other's life. Probabbly as essential as shit, because a day spent without shitting is like a day spent in a rotten hell. Both of them were so different from each other that the only similar or common thing they shared was SHIT. Dev shat and Sonu shat too.
  There was no reason or logic behimd this bond. It was and still is a bond because it just is. Those days when Sonu was not so well Dev would feel scared, very scared. Dev would feel as if a part of it was set on fire. Dev was addicted to Sonu. Sonu had become necessity now.
   They shared and still share a bond beyond love.  A bond beyond the boundaries of romanticism and affection.

To be continued till last breath...............

Saturday, 24 October 2015


They say
God is
I say
I am
You are
We are.

I haven't seen
I'm sure you haven't
I refuse to
Believe the unseen
I believe in self
And humanity.

Time heals
My wounds
And scars
I help time
To experience
Emotions of sorts.

I don't go to
Churches and temples
I just take care
Of myself and others
I acknowledge
The blessings
From everything
That surrounds me
And I know
The third power
In the universe
Is satisfied
With my deeds.

Feel divine!

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Un- chained!

The chains
Have vanished
I feel free from
That wretched
Which had caged
My soul
My heart
My mind
Of course.

There is
An essence of
A soothing breeze
In my chest
The tsunamis
In my head
Have subsided
They have
Become pleasant
Waves of
A happy ocean
I can feel
My happiness
I can see
That shine
In my eyes.

I didn't
Do anything
I just be
What I'm
Acknowledging and
The way I'm
This very moment
Being grateful
For what I Have
More grateful
For things that
I don't own
For I know
Something better
Awaits me

Monday, 19 October 2015

Out of love - 27!

I pity time now, for its accused every time for something it can't do!
There were no stars to count, it was morning already yet the unseen dreams and almost unfelt emotions couldnt find a way out.
It's very rare
To find a person
Who really takes care
Of you 
Your dreams
Your insanity
Your weirdness
Your uniqueness 
As is.
Either you respect everybody or you don't respect anybody. Let's not distort the spirit of respect. 
A shirt wet with friend's tears never dries.
Her eyes were burning and my heart was ashes already. 
Conversations happened but there was a strange and an awkward silence inbetween.That magic was almost lost.
And then with the flow
she went to a different
sea shore
and I couldnt stop her
because she wasnt mine
A part of me died
That heart in me cried
I couldnt believe
She wasnt mine
They ruined my most priced possession and they thought the inability to breathe was called being Dead!!
A slight
Essence of failure
A dash
Of betrayal
A tinch
Of hearbreak 
Have made
Me strong
As never before!

Friday, 16 October 2015

Circle and transitions!

Its strange how we always claim to love light but never understand its value without dark. Its captivity which induces the need and the craving to attain freedom whether within or around is a different aspect. The transition from light to dark, good to bad, black to white is all cyclic and that is probabbly the reason why a circle is one of the most complicated shapes that i feel exists.
I maybe wrong here but i feel a strong essence of magic when it comes to emotional transitions. Its strange how people actually affect your mood while fat books claim that your mood should not be dependant on factors that surround you. They say dont give your remote to anyone whereas I feel I never had my own remote. How can I give something which i dont posses?
People around me whether good or very good affect me and even though i hate to accept it there is no way in which i can deny this fact. This is the kind of hypocritical circle that scares me.
I love a colour today and i start hating that same colour after sometime I refuse to acknowledge the reason behind it despite of knowing it very well. Everything whether within or around seems to be a circle.

Saturday, 10 October 2015

Dear brother!

A friend in need
A therapist indeed
Dear brother 
You're a blessing 
Like no other
I try to 
Miss you 
But I can't 
You're always there
In my heart
I look up to you 
Not because 
I want to be you
It's because I know
When you're there
I don't have to 
Look elsewhere
Dear brother
I know you 
Are there 
To take care
And make me smile
All my life
I love you 
I cherish you more
For I know
Love is eternal 
And so are you
To me

Yours truly
Little Kittle

Friday, 9 October 2015

Out of love- 26!

And then the story was left incomplete because there was nothing to articulate. 
It was all numb and dark now.
In this quest to shine I forgot how to glow!
Under the 
Moon lit sky
I stand 
And be 
Not what they
Want me to be 
Nor what I 
Wish to be 
I be what I am
Committing a mistake and repeating a mistake are two very different things! 
If losing a battle helps you win hearts isn't it a victory in disguise
There was 
A story
A dream 
A day
A joy
A broken star can't hamper the skys glory! 
There is escapism only because of enforced locks! 
To you I am, exactly what you see.
And then the ribbons floated around her only to make her realise how free she was.

Thursday, 8 October 2015

A being!

It was hurt
But there was no pain
It had a heart
But no emotions
It was happy
But the joy
Didn't exist
It was a being
Which felt like
A commodity
There was a
Hidden scream
In its silence
It craved
Craved for some
And maybe a
Bit of acceptance too
It was a being
Living and breathing
Yet it felt
As if it was
Inert and lifeless

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

कुछ अलफ़ाज़, बस यूँ ही - 06!

मुस्कुराते लबों का ये मतलब नहीं की आँखों को झूठ बोलना आगया ।
रिश्ते तो सिफॆ किताबों या ख्वाबों में होते हैं क्योंकि हकीकत तो सौदेबाजी की गुलाम है। 
यादें भी अजीब होती हैं, अतीत कुछ इस कद्र याद दिला देती हैं की आज का होश ही नहीं रहता ।
कुछ ज़ख्म भरते नहीं हैं, बस पुराने हो जाते हैं। 
दुश्मन गोली मारे तो सिर्फ चोट लगती है, और अगर कोई अपना मारे तो ज़िदगी बोझ लगती है।
ददॆ का वो मुकाम जहाँ जख्म के होने का एहसास ही ना हो।
रिश्तों को नाम या पहचान की नहीं सिर्फ वक्त और भरोसे की ज़रूरत होती है।
ददॆ में बिताये हर लम्हें ने आज मुसकुराने के काबिल बनाया है।
तुझे भुलाने की हिम्मत तो मैं कर भी लूंगी लेकिन उन यादों का क्या करूँ जो मेरे कम्बख्त ज़हन में बसी हैं।
कुछ ज़ख्मों पर सिर्फ धूल जमने का इंतजार होता है।

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

It's all about perspectives!

There is no
Joy without sorrow
Light without dark
Success without failure
It's all about perspective
Which you and I
Learn with time
With our own share of
Hardships and lows.

The bad and sad times
Teach you how to
Stand firm after a collapse
It's because of 
The lows and the quakes
You learn to
Rebuild and reconstruct
It's the ashes
Which teach
And sometimes force you
To value what you have.
It's all about
The Perspective
That you and I have.

After ages!

It's almost
After ages
I feel
I can feel
That essence
Of silence
And ease
That doesn't
Get me peace
I'm restless
But at ease.

I'm not at
Peace because
I know
I've to make it
And not
Attain it
I have to
Create peace
For myself
And my soul
Because they
Play an
Important role.

Monday, 5 October 2015

I flow!

I flow
Like a stream
Moving yet serene
I hit the
Stones and rocks
Injuring and pausing
Myself for a while.

I go on
Bruised or not
Pained or not
I flow
I like it
Or not.

I'm a stream
Which has fish
Some dead some alive
Lazy turtles
Lively crabs
I'm a combination
Of the
Good bad and ugly
Happiness craziness and sorrow
But I flow
Because I have to
And now
I want to.