A single sock.

As I was, cleaning my closet. I came across an isolated sock tucked away in the corner between the shrivelled creases of my trousers. I pulled it out and wondered whether it’s mine or not. Don’t know, but this is the first thing I wonder in these circumstances. As soon as I reached to the…

A letter to my younger self.

Hey Buddy,                          It’s you only 10 years down the line. I know you are worried all the time that, how will everything unfold eventually. It’s okay to feel that way. Just stop beating yourself up for the most trivial of stuff, is all I want to say. The “things” which fences your consciousness right now,…

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, so much so, that I do not get transported to the…

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 supposed to be there,…

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 a coccoon, which is made up of the…

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, main bahut saal rha Par waha…

Story of a unrequited love.

Every day, Just before I doze of, 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. Because I’m mad in love, and it’s okay…

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 a mess, hitting the adulthood with no…

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, so…

An abstract analogy !

Realism in the practical world is a notion, which has blurred our consciousness and psyche in myriad ways . We strive for truth, but find it aversive, the moment we find it. Realism is a thorny rose, which tries to abrade the skin of fantasy, once you caress it with utmost excitement and hope. It’s…