Talking about that day was painful. The tears in your eyes, the pain in the setting of your lips, the way you held your arms closed on top of your body as if barely holding yourself together from falling apart.... Continue Reading →

Wine for Two, Glass for One.

Wine glass in hand, we sat across from each other, far in the corner of the crowded room. Silence prevailed, bitten back words, nails chewed down to stumps, bloody eyes, unshed tears from unsaid words. They screamed at you, my... Continue Reading →

One Flag to Unite them All!

25 different states for the country that was fractured 7 and counting for the number of religions and faiths 18 for the languages if we count the least One for the mother that wanted to keep us In the land of the diamond where the river Indus flows One flag to find them all, one flag to unite them One flag to love them all and in the light, bind them, In the land of the himalayas, where the river ganges flows!


I write about you. All the time. In every one of my poems and stories and ramblings you will find hints leading you one step up the ladder into the shadowy, hazy, illusional space I call my mind. Some of... Continue Reading →

She Was Weird.

She was weird. Certifiably weird. I mean, who else says that she has fallen in love with “blue”? Or the number eight? Or a tree? That the universe speaks to her when its raining. Storms. She used to love storms.... Continue Reading →


I look at you I think the winter looks great on you Your lips, just so slightly chapped, yes, right there makes me think about whole worlds connecting me and you in three minutes red wine with that slight edge... Continue Reading →

New Years Resolution

My new year's resolution comes sealed in that bottle of red wine which absolutely refuses to open itself and thus refuses to let me introspect and try to find myself You need not run after half formed ideas and dreams... Continue Reading →

A new style of Writing (Trying out).

He looked so lost. So lost, I wished to take his hand and pull him close to me. Me, I wished to hold him close and whisper.Whisper words of comfort. Comfort on those cold lonely nights. Lonely nights that were... Continue Reading →

The Ghost Rider..

This poem is written on behalf of a ghost or a spirit, whichever you prefer.. or better still, an angel, who falls in love with a human and tries to do everything for him/her. Her heart aches that she cant... Continue Reading →

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