Grave project

I am sitting under this big tree on a big ground. This ground surprisingly is from my school and I just happen to remember it clearly. Anyway, I am sitting there under the tree and I am all by myself. I am digging the soil with my nails and I keep doing it for a… Continue reading Grave project

Creaking Door

The door creaksAnd it takes me to a different timeI remember a tapThat always leaksA big patch on the wallThat sometimes dripsA door that won't closeUntil pushed hard. A small plantAnd a few mushroomsFind their way on the old exposed wallThe paint is nearly goneBlack and greenish mold finally eats up the wall Door creaks… Continue reading Creaking Door

Overflow

The words turn in to black splattered inkThe jar is now fullIt overflowsA sound of a famous songStarts playing in my mindA popcorn sellerI fiddle my pockets for some moneyA five rupee coinI buy the popcornMy feet hurtIn the skimpy chappals, I am wearing The news makes me nauseousIt adds to the miseryIt paints the… Continue reading Overflow

Absence

A flag on the top floorA pigeon in the small opening of a wallAnd an absence The newspaper on the tableAn open windowAnd an uncapped pen A cup with stainsCoffee that is dryAnd a lampAnd an absence A single bedWrinkled sheetsA pillow on the floorAnd an absence An ashtray on the corner tableUnlit cigaratteAnd an… Continue reading Absence

Socks

I am on the sofa without any socks while the cold wind announces itself harshly. It finds its way through the gaps in the old doors and windows of the house. I am any day better than the guy I saw sleeping or passed out on the footpath in Gurgaon or those who try and… Continue reading Socks

The Hall

Dark dingy hallA guard sits outside the entryI gather the courage to go aheadThere are large hallsOn each side of the corridorA light so lowThat I can't even read my watchI walk and cross about10 rooms before finally turning left On the left the same thingA light which is lowI must keep on walkingI pass… Continue reading The Hall

Qisse

Kuch aadhe ghante se main sone ki koshish kar raha hoon. Par jaise aap shayad padh paa rahe hain main so nahi paya. Ek alag si talab thi ki kuch likhun bahut waqt se lekin kuch aisa ho chala hai ki mera likhna aur padhna khatam ho gaya ho. Par main un main se kaha… Continue reading Qisse

City of Dreams

This photograph is related to my previous post titled 'How does it feel?'This is Mumbai from Haji Ali Dargah.

How does it feel?

I haven't been writing for quite some time. Honestly, I could have worked on building a habit or forced myself to do it. And here I am announcing this to the world. I was traveling last week and had a lot of time to think and reflect on life. A few who know me are… Continue reading How does it feel?

Chipped Wall

Chipped wall of my house. I am currently sitting on my sofa in a rented flat in a metro city. The wall right in front is chipping and there are two lamps. Surprisingly, one of them never works and the cheap painting I got from Lajpat Nagar never gets the light it deserves. My favorite… Continue reading Chipped Wall