When the shitstorm passes over?

I left a month ago and by this time I was in a different place, breathing different air and completely unaware of what was to come in the next month. How things would escalate and this freedom I had would go away. I have not counted the number of days it has been since the… Continue reading When the shitstorm passes over?

Looking back

I remember being this lean guy (really lean) who is standing in front of a projector at this hotel's ballroom. I am presenting something my team worked on. Frameless glasses and I have a serious look on my face. I look determined and very serious. Why am I suddenly telling you about it? Well, today… Continue reading Looking back

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

Guzra hua ek din

Main school mai tha us samay, bachpan se hi mujhe din mai kuch waqt akele baithna pasand tha aur aksar dophar mai class ke baad mai akele baitha karta tha. Hostel ke un dino main, ghar ki kaafi yaad aati thi, jaise dophar ko kabhi sogaya toh ghar ki yaad mai baaki din beet jaya… Continue reading Guzra hua ek din

Through the lanes

He put his head down A little tired But its still early And there is lot to do But on closing his eyes He travels to a time And experiences A memory from the past The days when He dreamt and believed And laughed and lived Suddenly he opens his eyes And stare at the… Continue reading Through the lanes

Picked my gadget

For Daily Prompt Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why? __________________________________________________ This has to be one of my favorite  prompts ever. Now I have talked a lot about past and time machines, so I… Continue reading Picked my gadget

Radio – Photo Post

Well, I today got a recommendation of writing stories along with my photographs and I have done it in the past but I will try to do it again. Miss Book Thief is the one who suggested this to me today. Stories from next time. This photograph is kind of special to me due to a simple reason… Continue reading Radio – Photo Post

Race

Last Memory

I have a faded memory of her.We on the beach,she is walking on the sea shore,waves gently kissing her feet.I can't see her clearly as the sun shines in my eyes but I am happy because she is happy.I have tears in my eyes because this is my only memory of her,it gives me joy… Continue reading Last Memory

Night – a short poem.

He lay awake In the middle of the night Going over the mistakes of the past. - Jafar Rehman