Cigarette

The faucet in the bathroom had been leaking for over two months now. Today he got up and took a wrench and wrestled with it. It didn't budge. A year ago the painter who did a shady job painted the whole tap. The paint dried off and acted like super glue. There was no way… Continue reading Cigarette

On the other side of the window

The television was on, the table empty and light in the corner lit the room poorly. He sat there staring outside the window. There is nothing but complete darkness outside yet he stares, there has to be something out there. A few days ago he heard a cat crying at night, went to see but… Continue reading On the other side of the window

Main (Hindi)

Main woh sab hoonMain kissa hoonMain adhoori kahani hoonMain ek yaad hoonMain ek parchai hoonMain kuch bhi nahi hoon Main woh sab hoonJo ho na saakaMain ek waadaa hoonMain ek baat hoonEk adhoori baat hoon Main ek adha likha panna hoonMain aadhi botal roshnai hoonMain ek yaad hoonEk parchai hoonMain kuch bhi toh nahi hoon… Continue reading Main (Hindi)

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

3:24

The time in my watch is 3:20 (actually 3:21) and I haven't had my lunch yet. On a usual day I would not delay it but today was different. As it happens I am working on a project that demands urgent attention. My job is to trim content, take care of details and make sure… Continue reading 3:24

34 percent

I have had my fill. This thought ran through his mind constantly. Tapping some random keys on the laptop, he looked around and saw everyone reeked of mediocrity and sadness and lost hope. Or maybe he reeked of all those things. You'd never know. The problem as you see is, I do not know my… Continue reading 34 percent

The end

Part 1: Six feet down A grave a sound A crying woman A mother maybe? Or a wife? Who else would grieve At this time? Who would remember This unmarked grave? Part 2: Wind blows with a hint of raindrops Enough to let you feel the water Leaves move away The veil has been lifted… Continue reading The end

Itvaar ki woh dophar

Itvaar ki woh dopharAur bimaari ka doosra dinMain thande sofe par Fhir bhi baitha rahaAakhir tum bhi poochoge kyun? Kyunki mujh main Himmat baaki nahi thiAndar kamre mai Jaakar letne kiDobara fhir sone ki Bahar dhoop jaa chuki thiSardi ki dhoop Rahegi bhi kab tak? Television chal raha thaJise main Idiot box kahun bhi Toh… Continue reading Itvaar ki woh dophar

Woh Shaam

I wrote this back in March this year. Enjoy reading it!