woh kabhi kabhi
hota hai na
ki sab cheeze reh  
si jati hai

jaise yeh train
station se nikal rahi hai
sab kuch peeche chodte hue

andar ka mahaul kuch hai
aur bahar ka kuch

Agar aapne socha yeh ek poem hai toh aap shayad galat hai, yeh kuch bikhre hue khayal the mere socha yaha likh dun

Kaise hai aap sab?

Your kind of Monday 

Hey there, today is Monday and I’m ready to leave for work. You see Mondays are usually disliked by people around the world. This could be because the work starts again, a lot of us go back to the same old routine, that same familiar route, and the same desk.

The desk where you would sit hunched and stare at your laptop, some of you will code while some will make calls and others will switch between Excel sheet and word documents. But then again this is the life that we have made for ourselves. This is how we live, pretty much like Robots but we are aware of our likes and dislikes. However, we do little about it and back in time each one of us started with a dream, with a vision to do something.
I myself had thought that I’ll maybe do creative writing and work for National Geographic but my interests are dwindling and I did not take that path. A path that could have made me happy but was there any guarantee? No, there wasn’t and I kind of chickened out. And chose this life where I find myself behind a laptop made by Dell and if you were to see me you’d find me picking up the phone receiver made by a company called Beetel. Yes, I like to get into details and observe things closely.

So, I was telling you about Mondays and stuff. What made me write this post was the fact that after the weekly company meeting today everyone broke off and I saw groups forming like instantly and people were catching up and sharing lives. Some got busy with their laptops and were planning their days and as you can guess, I am sitting here looking at people and writing this post. I really don’t have anyone to talk to about my weekend and I actually like it this way.

And a few of you might be aware of the fact that I end my posts abruptly and before you start connecting the dots you’ll realize that I am actually done writing.

I’ll write here again one of these days. Ignore any mistakes that you may find.

The farewell 

​It was late at night and the room was too humid, I thought it would be better to go out on the small balcony for a while. I went out and saw pigeons resting on the cables that went through one side to the another and then naturally I saw up and then towards the street. 

There was a car parked on the turn, it was a taxi must have been Ola or Uber because they are very famous now. 
There was a man loading his suitcases onto the back seat of the car while two females, a small kid and a man waited for him. He turns around after placing the suitcases and shakes hands with the man and hugs him, then turns towards the little girl and talks to her, she I think was his little sister. Then he turns towards the lady and shakes her hand and hugs the one who is older, my guess was that he hugged his mother. This all happened within five minutes and then another car came to the corner, thankfully the driver of the new car wasn’t in a hurry and waited for them. He said the final goodbye, opened the front door of the car and went away. 

The family stood there for a while, staring at the car before finally turning and walking away, I watched them go and I watched them saying bye. 

Then what happened? I turned around and walked back into my humid room. 

These are the stories I write for myself, they come from the things I observe. Let me know what are your views on them. I’d be happy to have a conversation on the similar lines. Thanks for reading 🙂 

Can’t teach


I haven’t written for a long time. A little note I wrote which might make sense. The key word here is might. Anyway let me know. And I hope you all have been great, let me know.

Lives at apartments


Let’s humiliate each other.

People are going to mock you and they will try to make you feel low. They will find the opportunities like a hungry lion looks for it’s prey. But my friend the reality is you and I aren’t perfect and we will never be.
So the situation today is – Let’s humiliate each other and see who does it better? Let’s be a**holes? Yes, let’s be one.
This is our world and I welcome you to it. I hope you’ll have a wonderful stay, in case not then please man up and continue with it.

*Apparently some business man makes money out of it.*

We are messed up.

We are so full of emotions but we prefer acting like a**holes.We are mean and we want others to trip and fall in life.

Don’t we all get super happy when a little kid hugs us,don’t we pretend to pick up phone when a kid hands you their toy phone.Don’t you smile when you see a newborn baby?We were born with all these things.Then we grow up and start acting like ones we aren’t.

I don’t get it,is it because we are so many in numbers?And we have lost respect for others thinking that there are others and if some die then it won’t matter.I don’t know how this works.Or what else could be the reason?I don’t know but I just want this world to be a better place.I am just sitting here and thinking about it,how can I help?By being nice and getting the middle finger attitude in return?I am willing to do that if someone else out there amongst the billions would join me.

Life and

I walk on crowded streets
Contemplating about life
Reviewing my connections
And friendship.

What are we?

Human life is both tragic and beautiful,it’s a mixture of several things.
There are good people and there are bad people,they are disguised.You fail to see who’s who at times.
There are people who would make you smile and you’ll tell yourself yeah there are still good people left in this world,but then there are bad people,who’ll be rude with you for no reason(maybe they are simply rude,or have their own problems).
But what matters is what we focus on.Most would focus on that negative person instead of the positive ones,because the thinker here is negative?Maybe,maybe not.
In this midst of all this,some people crumple while some rise.Some fall in the pit and others rise.Why does this happen,why would one fall and other rise or the other way round.I don’t have the answer to this question I asked myself.
We are what we are,what we feed our minds with,it might depend on the conditions and environment in which we were brought up.
We are full of potential and it might just get wasted for no reason because someone was rude/life was bad.Fighting is necessary and fight,fight.


I sat there
Alone on the stairs
Staring at the sunset
At the beautiful view
A sight that most didn’t adore
I wonder why?