What-if
She dwells in What-if lands Oceans of What-if eyes Seeking tears to wash Away the ruins of her life The hand of fate Has knocked again And opened the door To his waiting smile Yet there’s little left To be done or said When she
The False Notion of Perfection
It saddens me to know that mankind has always chased perfection, and they will never get it, not on this planet, no. It’s like this idea they carry in their hearts, hoping things remain constant, in a state of perfection or, well, near perfection. But
सर्दी आई
सर्दी आई धीमे से बिन दस्तक तुम्हारी खिड़कियों दरवाज़ों की बेजोड़ नाकाबंदी पर बेलगाम बेहिचक आक्रमण कर दहलीज़ों की छिद्रों से घुसपैठ कर बिन आहट बिस्तर पर चढ़ अपनी तलवार गर्दन पर रख तुमसे सवाल कर बैठी की जीना है तो मेरे इशारों पर जीना
The Lemon Mirchi Totka
Recently, I was walking through a narrow street and saw a chilli and lemon tied on a thread and placed on the road. I was about to step on it, since you know, reckless! It got me thinking about this nimboo-mirchi totka that people have
When Villains are Heroes
When you ever read Or watch a movie, Don’t ever feel sorry For the good guy. Always root for the villain. Don’t cheer When the righteous wins, Clap when the sinner Burns down a village, And holler when they take away Everything from the knight.
Zombieland
Congratulations! You made it alive From the valley of death. Only one could have survived— It had to be you. I was a limping sore anyway. It’s okay if you left me to die, I was already starting to turn, They were messing with my
Losing My Only Friend
Oh mother! Oh mother! My only friend is gone. What am I gonna do now? When will I laugh, And how will I smile? You have taken away my playthings. What will I play with now? I have no toys left. Who will I tell
When Love Was Murdered
I heard love died yesterday, It was murdered— Foul play. A bow of distance, The weapon of choice, Slain by the very Cupid’s arrow That had birthed it once. In the reasoning of time, One falls short of words And fails to understand— Where did
PTSD
Tears trapped in my eyes, From a past war Waged on my body. But my mind still carries Its wound— PTSD Is what they are calling it. I guess every feeling has a name. But I don’t know how A mere thought can be so
Cause and Effect
Last week, on my way to Ahmedabad, an adolescent stray dog was running along the edge of the road, still capricious, unaware of the dangers of the road and the speeding traffic. It suddenly veered off the rails and leapt to the right, playfully chasing