Swim away…

Looking for a meaning , I plod through my thought- clutter . I get hold of some pieces and try to make something meaningful out of it . But , But…. It looks different from what I actually saw . My thought canvas is marred by some abberant strokes and , so much so, that…

Comfortable Silences

It was just another day in Kolkata , West Bengal , India. We were sitting in the far corner of a well-lit colonial cafe against the backdrop of a setting sun , facing each other , but looking inwards . This is the time we choose to introspect , because we can truly be ourselves….

I had a dream…

I had a dream , which was quixotic in all it’s aspects . It was the manifestation of my subconscious , as if holding onto my unfulfilled desires and through the keyhole of my imagination , projecting on my conscious grey matter. It was a bliss until my eyes fixated on something grisly which wasn’t…

Why do I feel sad ?

Do I feel sad for the days , I haven’t lived enough . Or do I feel sad for the moments , I haven’t cherished thoroughly. I do talk , nowadays . But , now my talks lack content and nectar , they are bereft of the essence of life . I’m retrieving myself into…

Reading Experience # 2

The Unsafe Asylum – Anirudh Kala It’s a story describing the impact of partition of India and Pakistan on the psyche of common masses , driving some of them into madness or psychosis while others who were already susceptible to these menace succumbed in the worst possible way . The narrative takes the help of…

Reading Experience # 1

The Perks of being a Wallflower– By Stephen Chobsky It’s an epistolary. A series of letters by a middle school boy , who explicitly in a confused manner explains his daily ups and downs dealing with his own emotions. He explains and elaborates on his relationship with his other friends , Sam , Patrick ,…

Mera Vajood

Mera vajood ki mujhko talaash hn .Apne Ruh ko Apne jism se milane ke mujhe bhi pyaas hn .Kis qadar main samjhau tujheKi iss sansaar me mujhe , agar Kuch naa mile ,To koi gum nhiBus do Chand ki Zindagi me , umre Bhar ke pyaar ki aas hn. Teri mohabeet ke qasbe me ,…

Story of a unrequited love.

Every day , Just before I doze off , I think about you. Believe me , I don’t want to , but I do . Imagining your voice and moving figure , soothes my soul. But the wound it soothes were caused by you. I know , I’ll keep loving you no matter what ….

To this date.

I don’t know where to begin , even when things have come to an end . I keep asking myself , was I waiting for this doomsday to come ? My soul reverberated , but you did know the end in the beginning itself . Look at you , shredded into pieces , looking like…

It’s surreal for real-1

Love…. How do you define such a delicate and pure feeling ? Is this just an emotion or it’s a feeling that takes over conscience and manipulates you to do or behave, which you otherwise wouldn’t have done ever. I’m at Crossroads , unable to decipher the inexplicable threads of love which entangles among themselves…