Hairband
I lost a hairband that I liked to wear. I liked how it felt on my head. It had a gentle, wavy design That combed my hair back— Neither too hard Nor too soft. It clung to me with a silent “I got you“ promise.
An Author’s New Delhi Book Fair Experience (2026)
I had the good fortune of experiencing the amazing New Delhi Book Fair this year, and the reason couldn’t have been more perfect. The Convent had found its place on one of the shelves there, and it was the perfect pretext to visit something I
यदि तुम आते इस सर्द में
तुम आते इस सर्द में तो तुम्हें मख़मली रजाई बन अपने भीतर समा लेता। जब तुम आँख मूँदकर सोते, तो तुम्हारे बालों में अपनी उँगलियों की कंघी से बेबात तुम्हें सँवारता। वह बिन तेल मालिश, जो तुम्हारे सिर के पीछे बेवजह कभी शुरू, कभी ख़त्म
सपने
जब तुमने छीन ली मेरी साँसें, तुमने न केवल मेरा सुकून छीना, तुमने छीने मेरे सारे सपने, जो मैं न जाने कब से पिरो रहा था। तेरे संग से भी ज़्यादा ज़रूरी था शायद उन ख्वाबों का पूरा होना, मेरे चलने का सहारा होना, तेरे
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