Always grew layers of slime Around my attitude. This male species On the earth, Is good for nothing. I gathered this muck Since I forget to remember. Then I met him, His crystal clear Jet black eyes, Staring into mine. Without threatening me, Just staring. I felt his petal soft Warm gaze, On my face.… Continue reading The Gift

Sometimes, going through your normal chores, you can come across an interesting analogy. If you are living in a metro, daily routine becomes everyday survival. I remember one of my office colleagues declaring, For me “Moksha” means having ample time to grab a bite,called breakfast, in the morning , and ability to regularly secure a… Continue reading Socialism

Cocooning myself In a moving train, I prepared my eyes, For scenic views. Each and every Nurtured and un-nurtured Beauty pass by, as a Dream sequence. Scorching sun was, Bathing the vast stretch of pastures, Leaving my compartment untouched, O! The pastures looked golden green! Wind was blowing Bending the visible foliage, Leaving my tresses,… Continue reading Beauty

I remember that day. It was September 14th, time was around 8:30 PM. I was at a dingy PCO, talking to the person, for whom I had the tenderest feeling. I loved chatting with him, sharing anything with him, unburdening myself whenever I felt like it. Though I had inkling, that today our talks might… Continue reading The Person

Expectant faces, Fearful faces, Peeping out of windows. Office hours had JUST begun But how could life be over? Suddenly, definitely, precisely And clinically for everyone. We were just balancing The morning coffee in one hand, And files in another? A lightening struck, To plunge everything And everyone in darkness. Would we melt together With… Continue reading September 11