ज़ोर से बादल गरज रहे थे कल रात। बरसे भी खूब। कुछ 10-15 मिनट के लिए लाइट चली गयी थी, तो मैंने ये vanilla latte scented candle जला ली और coffee बना ली। हालाँकि ये candle aur night coffee का मामला सर्दियों में ज़्यादा पसंद है मुझे, पर AC चला हो तो क्या गर्मी क्या... Continue Reading →

I do not know whether I am asleep or awake, but I want to wake up.  I try to turn, but realise that I am being pinned down by a heavy force.   My eyes are shut, but I can see my own body, sprawled on the bed.  I can see the silhouette of my bedroom furniture.  I can... Continue Reading →

मैं इत्मिनान से हूँ।

2-जून, दिल्ली बिन मौसम बरसात से जून की गर्मी तो ठंडी पड़ गयी, लेकिन सूरज तो सूरज है, अब भी तेज चमक रहा है। बादल बेचारे, कोशिश करते हैं घटा बनाने की, लेकिन सूरज का गर्म मिज़ाज देख कर, सहम जाते हैं।शाम को जब सूरज दूसरी तरफ़ का रुख़ करेगा, तब गुर्राएँगे ये। दुनिया तो दुनिया, आसमान में... Continue Reading →

Mirror Image

I wish the mirror always showed me who I often am -  an unperturbed aloof cat who raises her head as she hears footsteps,  looks over her shoulder, shrugs  and goes back to her business; a self-assured jungle lion who roams about alone, quietly, with an immense sense of purpose, arching only an eyebrow as the leaves rustle, ... Continue Reading →

I have no form now…

I stand in front of my large mirror, but I do not see myself. I see the surroundings reflect in the mirror but not my body.I am wearing my favorite pale blue dress; and my silver strappy sandals but I cannot see my own vision.I am wearing my round spectacles, but I suppose that’s an overkill... Continue Reading →

Silly signs…

The signs were distinct, playfully teased my instinct.But I was bitten and shy,I knew better, I did. That cuckoos coo, even when the spring is far ahead. The crows caw on the window, but no one might visit your shed.

Who gave pain a bad name?

Who gave Pain a bad name? Reputation of a bad boy everyone warned you about. Nobody wants to hang out with him; for it’s not the roses he brings, but thorns. And when you bleed and cry, he calls you weak, mocking you. He is nobody’s friend, but loves company. He gets off on your... Continue Reading →

Consume me, cleanse me, heal me.

There are some waves that touch your soul a little bit.Some not much at all.  There are waves that soak you, with all the dirt it’s got.As you live and breathe, waves will come and go.  Me, I am here at this shore.. ..waiting for a wave that will consume me..cleanse me.. heal me.  ... Continue Reading →

Dim Light

Most of my nights are spent in a dim-lit room. The warm glow from a bedside lamp bathes my space. A small lamp perches next to a Bose mini speaker, a book or two, a cork coaster painted with a sketch of an old-age TV, a japamala to rescue me from any paranormal. In the... Continue Reading →


सावन की रात दक्षिण की हवा चलती हैराह नहीं मिलती। जो चाहा था वो भूल हुई, जो पाया है वो चाहा नहीं। मैं घूमता हूँमैं घूमता हूँ मैं घूमता हूँ - Poem by Gulzar.

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