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

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

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

Panne

Kuch tasveere mez par bikhri thi, Diary ke panno par Kuch alfaaz bhi usi tarah bikhre thePiyali bhari thi, Main bhi bhara sa thaTum kaha they, mujhe pata na thaThandi chai, thanda mausam Aur ek naya khali pannaMeri umeed ban gaye…

Traffic Signal

I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback.  My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal

Uncle and his radio

Mr. Abbas runs a ittar (attar) shop and must be over the age of 70. His little shop is on this slope that takes you to a temple. Very close to public parking, the shop would have sunlight during noon. A small entry in to the shop will reveal a bench where at max 3… Continue reading Uncle and his radio

Gullad ka Ped

Raat ke kuch 11 baje honge use yaad aaya ki gaadi bahar khadi hai aur choriyaan badhti jaa rhi thi. Neend main behaal woh utha, chappal pehni aur chabhi utha kar bahar nikla. Darwaze ke us par ek choti si CFL jal rahi thi aur mausam thanda sa tha. Sardi ke aasar in dino ke… Continue reading Gullad ka Ped

Mez (Table)

Chote se kamre main kone ko ek mez rakhi hui thi. Raat ka waqt tha toh andhera laazmi tha. Us kone wali mez par ek lamp rakha tha. Us lamp ki roshni se mez par ralji kitaabe dikhi aur baaki samaan bhi. Woh kamre main ghusa aur dekha ki kamra thanda sa tha lekin pankha… Continue reading Mez (Table)