Wednesday, March 28


I’ve left behind some things
Things that took my breath away
Things I lived to love, forever.
But the music of their love
Ceased to exist, somewhere on the way
The lust of your kisses faded
With passage of each second
I’m never going to forget them
But the love has failed to touch me
As ink colours the paper
And makes your appearance appear
Water has wasted all of it
Like your feelings for me faded
Everything seems tarnished by my presence
It had to go, I had to go
The music and lust had to fly off
Feelings are a part of my past now.

Tuesday, March 20


Whips of wishes lash my heart
- It bleeds and the flesh
But does it really hurt
I don’t feel any kind of pain
There’s an ambiguous feel in head
I give up my joys to whips
Every second passes by in anticipation
Now that I await for pain
- It will come – I know for sure
But till when do I get lashed
Till when I bear the whip
My heart is cut into million pieces
It’s hemorrhaged –
Probably death will come before pain
Unsure of what I await
I continue getting whipped.

Sunday, March 4

A Walk To Remember

We were walking on a road – hands in hands - and I could see myself smiling. It was one of those carefree smiles that you always wanted to see on my face. There was a sense of satisfaction in your gait – I just could not point a finger at what you actually were feeling but I assumed it to be something related with my smile.

We were walking on a road that was unusually calm. I could only see a few people scurrying on their business, but otherwise the street was silent. You were pointing towards something that was not very clear to me. You were explaining its importance. To be honest I could not make a head or a tail about it, but it was good to listen to you. I was looking at your expressions changing with every statement and your lips changing shape with every word you spoke. It was fascinating and I have always stared at your lips when you spoke to me.

After some time of talking, you probably realized that I was not listening but staring intently at you, so you started making funny faces like I always used to do. And I laughed out loud. You beamed at the sound of my laughter and gave a small smile that just about said a lot of things that you could not put in your words. I looked around the streets and asked you that why is it so empty today? It usually is a very crowded street, and today being a Sunday it should be all the more crowded. You simply smiled and said, “I just wanted to make your dream walk even more beautiful.”

Yes, I remember telling you that I wanted to see this road empty so that I could walk with you for once without being harassed by the honks and passer- bys. I hugged you to say thanks, but you slipped out of my arms and started to go away. I tried holding you but you started to seem very far and continuously drifting away from me. You vanished into thin air.

I woke up drenched in sweat. It was a dream. You always wanted to come in my dreams. You gave me a walk to remember in my dream.

Saturday, March 3


दर्द के हज़ार टुकड़े पनपते रहते हैं इस सीने में
उन टुकडो में प्यार का उफ़ान भी आता है
किसका दर्द ज्यादा है पूछते हैं लोग
इश्क में शायद ये मुक़ाम भी आता है

जीने तो देते नहीं इस जहाँ में लोग
मोह्हब्बत शायद करे कुछ मदद मरने में
मुस्कुराना तो मुश्किल है बेवजह
डर लगता है शेफ़ा
की दुआ करने में

Friday, March 2


Something had been amiss through the day for Anwesha. She sat at the windowsill looking out of her window. She could see the vehicles scurrying at their own pace and the dreary grey buildings standing in the foggy cold day. Till her eyes could see on the horizon, it was all painted in a shade of dull grey with the cold and fog. Even the trees had turned to a shade of grey to match up the dreariness of her thoughts. Nothing seems changed, so what has changed in their relationship. Why does Rajiv not trust her anymore? Why did the ghosts of mistrust started to haunt him when things are so plainly in view? She has never been infidel to him. He had always been the most loved part of her life. He had been an essential part of hers ever since they were in a relationship.

Rajiv had started to see ghosts of infidelity haunting his dreams.  There was no explanation for why the ghosts did haunt him. Is it so difficult to have faith in the person you love? People claim to bare their souls to each other in love, so where does mistrust fit in between two souls communicating. His ghosts will haunt him till his heart gets hollow, completely devoid of love, does he not understand that. These termites will lead to the fall of a beautiful relation they shared.

Anwesha thought that probably the termite eaten building of their love will survive this grey winter but when the rain comes, every part of the building will wither away with it. She will have to let go of Rajiv for him to survive. He will kill himself with the guilt of abusing her every time they fight. It hurts him to abuse her, but he has to vent out his frustration somewhere. She will let go of him.

She loves him too much too see him hurt himself. Good bye love, you will always remain in my heart but I no longer have that space in your life, thought Anwesha and she could see the grey weather clearing up as the sun rose