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 →

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 →

Come back…

Come back.Leave your mark on my lips,and mess up my hair. Mend the soul you broke, and restore my being. Then go away and never return.

अक्सर भूल जाते हैं हम फ़ज्र  के इरादे मग़रिब तक, मानो यूँ की रोज़ असर होते होते, ज़िंदगी दस्तक दे देती है।   

… wasted wishes

I will no longer close my eyes when asking for wishes. Why? My mind is conditioned to be calm as soon as my top lash meets the bottom lash. This downward motion of my eyelid puts me in a state of meditative calmness where wishes no longer exist. On the other side of my closed... Continue Reading →

I could be a lighthouse keeper.

Once a beacon of light, now a tourist spot.No, not the temple.  The lighthouse that once showed harbour to ships on stormy nights.  Now it beckons land travellers and photographers like me who look for stillness in the backdrop of tides.  I could be a lighthouse keeper. I could trim the wicks.  I too, do... Continue Reading →

Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning. I say without missing a beat. What do mornings have, that evenings don't? Potential.

ज़िंदगी तो तब भी होती…

ख़ुद पे यक़ीन था उस पंछी को, दिल का भी पक्का था।  फिर भी अक्सर, अपनी परछाईं पानी में देखता,तो सोचता कि ये पंख और बड़े होते तो कितना अच्छा होता।फिर ख़ुद ही को समझाता, कि पंख होते ही ना, ज़िंदगी तो तब भी होती।  मायूस हो जाता था ख़ुद से कभी कभी, कुछ ना करता, कई दिन तक उड़ान... Continue Reading →

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