Shadows of violet,
silhouette of a dream.
Her hair was like fire,
like a flowing whiskey stream.

Be alive while you are alive.
Don't mourn your death before you've died.
Love will come and love will go,
don't kill it through its drive.
Be alive while you are alive.
Every breath is a treat
every whimper, worth another try.
When you are cold or even if a hundred years old,
Thank god that you still thrive.
One eared, one legged or even if heartbroken,
be alive while you are alive.
Don't mourn your death before you've died.

Yearning for a touch,
a sweet kiss on the forehead.
For deeply engrossed entangled fingers,
kiss of warm breath,
for silences of sounds.
Longing for a whisper, a smile or just a sign.
But for now and the empty silences,
theres is just a whimper and a long wait.


(to Sumbul and Yasser...)

Rising alone, in a lonely morning of a crowded world.
Who is with who? It don't matter any more.
I am with who i chose to be with. Me.
She is all I've got.
I am not being tough on myself. Time is.
Uncreased, unspoilt, the crisp white sheet beside, lies gaping at me.
I have no answers and I've stopped asking questions.
Sleeping in a bed that forever feels cold.
Living in a world that forever feels numb.
Angry with myself but anger betrays me.
Anger coagulated, refuses to surge through my veins.
Trying hard but I feel I've never tried enough.
Its good to love yourself.
But the day you are left with your reflections, your shadows, your echoes and just that,
you know that solipsism is a punishment.
I laugh.
After all love and hate are the two sides of the same coin.

Deconstruction of love, if i dare say it.

When you are in love there's is no ego, no pain, no hassle.
When you know you have someone, all you care bout is his love.
You pretend, you lie, you deny.
You may even try to complicate things.
But no matter how hard you try and how God damn badly you may wish,
the complications are all made up.
Love is not complicated. Its simple, its easy.
But its we who make it so difficult, so freaky, so awfully dreadful.
Its a human trait, a generic flaw in each human cell to never see things straight.
Love is when you doubt it, when you are never sure if, 'this is it'.
Love is not imposing, its just there when its there.
You can never force it to exist or force it to leave.
All it wants is for you to realize, in few of those sweet moments that its there.
It never asks for more but its misunderstood largely to have done that.
It never complains of rejection or celebrates conjunction.
That is basically done by people like you and me, not love.
But it is a little selfish i must say, because though it is mostly believed to be for someone else it actually is for you.
Love is a gift that is meant for you and you alone.
It is an experience meant entirely for you,
even though you may share it and celebrate it with fellow winners.
Of all accusations if i may agree, I would agree to just one thing...
Love tends to proliferate tremendous foolishness.
And I say, what the heck, there is no harm being a fool amidst a race of millions dying to be smart.

A blazing flame,
a stirring whisper.
Behold; art thou an omen
or just a mere sign?
Buried within
the heart of seven deep oceans,
a secret untold;
malice of the greatest sinner.
The roar of the deadly beast,
and the dark tales unfold.
Frenzied, we search the light.
Art thou going to rid us,
redeem us of all crime?
Where is that divine glory,
when is the resurrection?

We gain some and we lose some.
Sometimes, time runs out.
And sometimes we throw it aside and stride.
Let go, when we want to.
Hold her in the arms and cry.
He has resolved to always win,
been through the slack and survived.
Survived, has he?
Not survived.
He lives...

The adventures of Harriet, Debra and Alexis

Harriet, Debra and Alexis had gone drinking with their friends the night before and when they returned home the sun was almost about to crack through the sky.
Debra collapsed and gave into the subtle seduction of sweet slumber, while Harriet and Alexis shamelessly exploited the web world. Not for long though, coz when they woke up it was way past midday. While the world was trickling into their dinning halls for luncheon, these girls fired sausages for the holy ceremony of breakfast!
Hours flew by and three corners of the room remained occupied by three bodies, heads dug deep into man's miracle - the laptop!
The silver shiny moon glistened in the sky, it was 11pm and it was time for the girls to venture out of their respective cosy corners for some dinner.
"Oh gawd we've been sitting at the same spot all day" said Debra.
"Not just that we've been on our laptops ever since then" added Alexis.
"Oh come on guys we did not budge from our spots because we were busy" said Harriet.
They really don't give a fuck about Delhi's late night orgy of patriarchy as they dare to step out at the oddest of hours in best of spirits.
Uncaring they walk the dark streets, get followed by a car, spot lecherous men, get into an auto, reach JNU, buy bidis and eat parathas cause that's just about what they can really afford.
As the bidis are lit up, the night is filled with faint aromas of fresh burning leaves. Highly natural, yet Debra couldn't resist to say that, "Aaah i can smell it. Feels like i am sitting with a bunch of rickshaw walas!"

They pride themselves over their courage to face the chilly winter nights of the capital city(that too in an auto) which actually is highly commendable and awfully insane. Get onto another and back again. This time, all awake, fingers clanking and heads dug deep into same ol laptop screens. One chatted, one socialized with random people, one wrote a blog post, made a sweet memory in her heart.