Love letter, to chai..

Love letter,To chai, When I tell you, I’ve lovedTrust me, it’s you.And this love like mine,Is only found by few. For someone like youIs rare to find.And to love you means,Leaving it all behind You are not easy,A temperament so hotBut only I know those depths,That others do not. A mix flavour of emotions, Strong,…

Is CANCER contagious?

We’ve come way too far in technology and medical science. But sometimes while moving forward, we often forget the simplest things while we solve the complexities of life. While they say that science is the key to unlock the human life, some doors are even beyond the realm of knowledge. Throughout the world, the books…

Shringaar

(श्रृंगार) A voguish woman, SHE Look closer, aye Man. She wears all her makeup Like none other ever can. Her foundation of tranquility Paints her phlegmatic tone, Soothing the tan of her raging fire Her passions, you couldn’t reckon. But those flames of fury Can no man ever hush They glow rouge on her cheeks…

Literacy

Every now and then we come across little children selling pens and pencils at traffic lights. It’s a common sight and most of us don’t bother to look at them and often chide them away when they try to coax us into buying their stuff. This is a story of one such child I once…

Jo dikhta hai, wo bikta hai. (That which is seen, is sold)

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” said the Evil Queen in Snow White long ago in the fake world. But if you wondered then, that how would the mirror know about everyone..the answer would probably have been – because it’s magical. From then to now, we’ve travelled a long way…

Into a writer’s mind

I stare at the clock while seconds, minutes and hours slip by, as I try to find the lost voice of my head, through all the chaos it bore. The ceiling fan is dancing dizzily above, the windows creak as the wind penetrates my solitude. The voice in my head fades as she crosses over…

The holy crisis

Enriched with tales of such cultural history, Your hassle and impatience remains a mystery. You cradle in the lap of religion, Even in colours you make distinction. Your princes and their crazy fads, Followed by the large comrades, Venture in these dusty streets, Wave saffrons as each face them greets. Their frivolous promises blare so…

Famously Anonymous

Yet again, they failed Failed to look through her eyes, Down her injured soul That bled under the soft moon. Though it’s nothing new. They’ve never looked into her Since she was five. That night, still alive in her memories What was to be her utimate gift Turned to be the major cause Of her…

The Tale of Triumph

She was like a melancholic song.. Embedded with emotions, sharp and strong.. Her black eyes, so dark and deep.. Through them her dreams would weep.. She had a smile, but the curve was fake.. It was the last effort she could make.. Her hair, a soft shade of brown.. A sublime goddess needless of a…

She kept on walking…!

Even though she was daunted by the dark secrets of his heart… She kept on walking… The path was endowed with thorny and charred pieces of glass… But she kept on walking… Demons shrieked and screamed in her ears… But her desire for him killed all her fears… And she kept on walking… Until the…