Inspiration always struck me at the oddest of hours. Like at 2:14 in the morning. What I wouldn't give to sit on the shore, watch the waves crash against the black rocks, hear the squeaks of rats run helter-skelter. To feel the chill of a half-moon not yet willing to set, the warmth of a … Continue reading Letting Inspiration Get Away
The way you look at it Your eyes measuring the froth and foam Wondering if this cuppa is going to taste just how you imagine it My eyes take in the movement of your fingers As they tear at that sachet of sugar Dropping it in, grain by grain, before swirling it in gentle circles That … Continue reading Lovers
The physical realm has no sympathy for the mental. There are cramps — painful reminders of my sex. There is a migraine — painful reminder of the fluctuating hormones. There is a swollen ankle — painful reminder of having worn the wrong shoes and walked for far too long in them. The mental though is … Continue reading Want. Must.
I miss writing. It is my form of meditation and I am apologetic about not doing it often enough. It’s never an issue with time. Nor a writer’s block. I have enough words in me, enough stories, to rage, to ravish, to remember, for an entire lifetime. And then some. Trouble is, I’m just unfaithful. … Continue reading An Apology Of Sorts
There was a thought, a random one. I kept it in a safe place. The place was raided, my thoughts paraded, and I felt naked. Question is, what do I do with the rest of my thoughts now?
Ek umar nikal gayi Phir bhi tu mujhe mila nahi A heavy heart I carry. One of unfulfilled dreams, unrequited love. I continue to carry on, still believing that someday I'll find you. Touch your skin and know it's you. But for now loneliness is starting to settle deep inside my bones. Run through my … Continue reading One Half of a Whole
I don't know what makes me, me. Is it this prison of a mind that often holds me captive in its thoughts? Or this heart that stabs me with pain with each beat? Is it this body that aches because maybe my bones are too soft? Or is it this skin that ages, reminding me … Continue reading What Makes Me, Me?
All the men are gone. Or shall I say, lost? This once sprawling city is nothing but ruins now, except not literally. The cost of war is often more easily seen in crumbling buildings, not in the haunted eyes of the women they leave behind. To whom do the cries of eighty-year-old mothers or eight-year-old … Continue reading No Man’s Land
We couldn't live together, anyway, any day We had to rage against those who differed from us in skin, sleeve and stories We would rage against them, slaughter them, burn them Our identities needed protecting Our creed needed protecting Our established rules needed protecting We didn't want those with us, who could not … Continue reading Not Human
Some artist had my heart, stole into my dreams each night, created renditions of such marvel that I began to believe, the only reason I existed was so that I could witness his artwork.
Waking up each day, grateful to be alive and then...nothing. Staring at my day's to-do list, my year's resolutions and my life goals, and uncertainty hits me - why do it anyway? In the end, I'll just be dust. Nothing to be remembered for unless I erect the 21st century equivalent of the Colosseum. Even … Continue reading The Futility of It All
How are cities made, I wonder? What brings all the dreams, talent and wealth together? What holds them cohesively? How does one build homes worthy of spending lives in, bridges to connect separate lands? I wonder, for I have a bit of an itch and an ache - to build a city of all the … Continue reading What Are Cities Made Of?
Last year, I spoke of things I wanted to achieve in 2017 (here's where you can find the post: 2016 - The Year That Was) 2017 was a year of hits and misses. I said I'd go vegetarian for a week. I didn't. I said I'd quit coffee for good. I did. Several times. I … Continue reading 2017: The Year That Was
You are at sea. Maybe, you are someone like me who loves it. The crashing of the waves, the shore somewhere on the horizon, an endless expanse of water all around. But even if you love it the way Salvador Alvarenga did, can you imagine the torment of being lost for 438 days? Disturbing, isn’t … Continue reading A Man and The Story of His Resilience. When Lost. For 438 Days
I didn't think I had any poetry left in me. I was so many smiles on the outside, so many shards on the inside. Then you, with your art, with your poetry, found me. That ship of yours, floating wherever it was, found my shore. I thought I was an island, made of broken shells … Continue reading You Found Me
As far as conversations go, ones with Daz are always refreshing. Illuminating. They rescue me when I'm sinking. What adds an element of fun here, and which is why I never turn down an offer to meet the man, is that I am so easily in my element with him, my universe contracts to just the … Continue reading On The Future
The angst of an artist is the same as that of a scientist. The thirst for more never ceases. Imagination never ceases. The quest for building bigger and better masterpieces never ceases. But what if the creative genius or the brain of a brilliant scientist comes with an expiry? What if 30 is the age … Continue reading What If I’m Too Old Already?
Everyone looks at the beauty of the bloom. The visual, olfactory sensual being. They look at the makeup, the constitution, the appearance - all that makes for a sensory experience. I see that too. And then some. I look for the layers beneath. At the thorns hidden in the stalks. At the darker side. At … Continue reading On Beauty
Too many people at the same time exhaust me. Too much energy exhausts me. I am one of those who when asked what I do for fun, promptly reply, "I read." I am also one of those who reply quite confidently, "No, I don't like parties at all." The truth is I have always been … Continue reading The Introvert Factor
Sneaking around the house, after everyone has called it a night, is not without its risks. Here's what happens when you tip-toe around in the dead of the night. If you are me, you are certain to bump into furniture. Stubbing your toe is a given. Followed by an elbow or a shin hit. If … Continue reading Things That Happen When You Sneak About After Midnight
Day, Sunday. The rain, hard. My heart leaps in such weather. It craves for many things - long drives, steaming cups of coffee, the limbs of a lover intertwined with mine. But today I choose none of these. I gear myself in my windcheater instead, grab my phone and earphones and go out for a walk. … Continue reading What You Seek
Fair warning to the reader: Long rant ahead. About life. About non-life. Label it as me PMSing if you must, that is easily the most popular opinion/response I get on thoughts such as these. For others, if there are any such others, I’d love to hear from you if you have a differential diagnosis. I’ve … Continue reading On Existence that is the Same as Non-Existence
Your head is so consumed by thoughts that inactivity sets in. So you find an escape. By walking outdoors. By the sea front. In the rain. And what an experience! The rain kept beating at me incessantly and I kept going. The entire promenade empty, no one else daring to let the rain touch them. … Continue reading Letting the Rain Wash it All Away
So much going on. Not in the physical sense. Not in the external environment. But an upheaval of emotions inside me. A constant stream of thoughts that just won't stop. It is a combination of hurt and disappointment. Because the end came about. When I begin a story in my real life, I never imagine … Continue reading On Catharsis
The constant desire to be some place else lingers. On a hotel bed. Indulging in a foreign cuisine. Being inspired by strangers. Why does the mind not settle? Why does the existing not satiate? Why is there a desire to be larger than life, a bigger person than the one I already am? Why can't … Continue reading Always the Same Desires
Even though I have a hundred tabs open on my browser and my to-do list is lengthier than all the pages contained in the Odyssey, every once in a while I find myself stuck in a rut. Not from a lack of things to do, but from a lack of motivation to do them. Time and … Continue reading 10 Things to Do When You Can’t Figure What to Do
"Lately, I find myself out gazing at stars Hearing guitars, like someone in love Sometimes the things you do astound me Mostly whenever you are around me" ~ Diana Krall Here’s the thing about feelings – they are transitory. One moment you are sulking, feeling small and insignificant, and the next, you are joyous, believing … Continue reading How Do I Feel At the Moment?
I’m sitting at Starbucks with a bunch of ladies sitting on a table next to mine, with two young kids. A boy and a girl. Both around three. Or maybe they are two two-year-olds. I’m bad at guessing ages. So the children are cranky because their mothers and a grandmother are busy chatting. What is … Continue reading On Teaching Children to Read
Dear Parent, I know how important it is to you to see me happy. And you believe that me being married & having kids is the answer to that.I'd like to be married and make babies some day. But I can't tell you when that might happen or with whom or if it might happen … Continue reading An open letter to parents who keep pushing their kids to get married
Many a man has suffered in the pursuit of romance. And in the literary world, Humbert Humbert is among those who has suffered the most.
