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,…

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…

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…

Trip to Kumbhalgarh -2

I left for the trek . We gathered near a gym, and was waiting for others  to join in , so that we could leave in time. My apprehensions related to my co-trekmates smoothened , the moment I met a boy of my age. I didn’t pay any attention to him initially , only to…

The fear of Oblivion Entrenched in..

We call ourselves unique and live in a delusional bubble of self-pity and misery , partly unaware of the fact that there are millions like us on the same lines. Let’s rewind to past , back in my childhood , I started experiencing some subjective feeling of pain / needle prick sensations , bouts of…

As I Reflect Back…

As I dwell on my past, my fascination for the past life intensifies many folds. We savour these epiphanies in the current times remembering those mistakes, acts, decisions and other anecdotes ; where we regret not committing them but instead not being able to cherish the intricacies of those times in the current scenario ….