Jaane kyu unn tasveero ko dekh aankhe nam ho jaati hain Tumhaari woh muskurahat phir se dil ko pighla si jaati hain Ajnabiyo ki Tarah mila karte hain hum ab Mehsoos karke bhi alfaaz chupana seekh Gaye hain hum (more…)

Some days, I break. I feel like nothing, but a thin thread of a person. Everything seems to shut down, my brain, my heart, except my thoughts. They stay, they stay and they overpower me, Read more…

It’s 10 in the morning, Twinned in the hotel bed. Waking up next to him, seeing the rawest ray of sunshine, hit on his hazel brown Pupil, and wondering if this is real. Wondering if Read more…

My office is situated on the fourth floor of a commercial complex. The lift plying in the building is old & worn out. It often gets stuck and ceases to work and hence, climbing four floors becomes a task. Though we all consider ourselves supremely fit but by the time one reaches the top floor there is complete breathlessness and it takes few seconds before one recovers the lost breath. Last month the occupants of the building decided to install a new lift. As the whole process would take at least a month or two to complete, everyone in office knew that for some time at least, climbing the stairs each morning is going to be a task. As the work started there was complete chaos with regard to pollution; both air and noise and the constant disturbance was a hindrance in work. Coping up with all the personal discomfort, one day while climbing the stairs, I came across a construction worker who was climbing the stairs in a slow pace as he was carrying load of bricks on his head. The guy was bare foot, was wearing tattered half pants and a thin cotton shirt, but in spite of this he was climbing the stairs in total composure. Being under-dressed, all covered with dust and the heavy burden brought no signs of anxiety on his face. Observing that worker, a thought flashed my mind; we think of our discomfort but how about this construction worker who in spite of the harsh winter, inappropriate clothing and footwear (more…)

Is it so bad that I want love to come naturally? I don’t want to look for love. I want to fall, hard and deep. The kind of love that will make you feel the Read more…

Sometimes All I want to do Is apologise – For ever walking Into your life. Sometimes All I want to do Is quietly withdraw – Cut you off with A cold, hard sword. Sometimes All Read more…

​That unforgettable long drive On that beautiful summer night I couldn’t have asked for more And my life couldn’t have been more bright. I was there with a surprise to mark your important day But Read more…

उसके सिवा मेरा कोई नहीं ये बात मैं उसे समझाता रहा लड़ती भी वो थी रूठती भी वही मैं हाथ जोड़ जोड़ उसे मनाता रहा पता नहीं कैसे वो भूल गयी मुझे जिसे उस ख़ुदा Read more…