Is this love enough?

For most of my life I have been in firm believer of romance. I don't think any person ever stops searching for it. Some found early some late. They say things happen when you are not searching for it. that's true for love, thing u r seeking is seeking you but when and how you …

Bewildering Soul amidst Pandemic

World around is griped inside the four walls. Some have tin roof others under concrete wonder. Some alone in sweat pants families apart and other relaxing anxiously with love ones. While we all are in same Strom we all have different boats. Even with such disparity on display around us we all are connected- connected …

Summer is around

Windows that closed at the beginning of fog are open. Breeze is hitting on the sweating naked bodies. Waning moon of Ramzan is melting in the clear dark sky. Distant, kalopsia gulmohar is firey red like never before. Separated by the metal fence resembling just like lovers locked staring at each other from liquid crystal …

I’ll follow you into the dark

While we were young, our relationship was slowly turning into flower. We would talk early winter morning, you would tell about yourself, shedding every bit of yourself gradually like that morning sun which was scattering to illuminate the truth hidden by dark sky. In afternoon I would sleep listening to death cab for cutie. I …

Rain dog

That rain was different. After half a decade of scanting rains, clouds had finally decided to go full on. Outside rains were spilling the magic outside and i was busy folding my clothes into bag. This was my first journey with my dad. On the way, I taught him how to use a banking website, monetary …

Moma’s Plea

Its already a week late, by now gulmohar would have been in full bloom but it is still regaining its shattered leaves of last winter. Jungle babbler dances, from one branch to another with their weird facial expression. It still has that swing which was hung by your dad for you. You once fell from …

Moma I m coming home.

Under the sun burn sky I am walking on highway with my eyes staring on occasionally passing vehicles. In ears Ozzy Osbourne is igniting dead alcohol. Atmosphere was stinky and my body is in sweat. 10th rejection letter lays in my hands, flurring with wind. It has become like my life, deformed, unshaped, crumpled and …