Have you ever dreamt someone else’ dreams? Not having someone in your dreams but to have his or her dreams. To think like the person, to desire what he desires, to dream what he dreams. I have done that and have been doing for past how many years I have no idea. Every night, tasting…

Tonight was a dark, gloomy, cold pahadi night like all those nights which were part of her special childhood. She always waited for this night and finally it came after 10 or 15 years. When She could breath and hear herself breath in flesh and bones. What happened in all these years? Why she took…

Were you always scared to be alone, to live alone or to die alone, Not having anyone to share a beer on a Sunday afternoon, or to chill your wine on a Friday night. So all these compromises were out of this fear, the job you took, the man you married, the children you birthed and the life you lived. All because…

Veins carrying vodka to the heart, Or maybe my blood has lost its romantic color, And now its white, White as angels or white as if someone died. Who can tell if I am carrying the burden of a colorless heart Or poor swollen heart carrying my dead soul, See that’s the thing with life,…

A pregnant moon full of light in its womb was celebrating my arrival. Six young boys from my would-be village were carrying me in a wedding wooden wagon. All I could smell is sweating masculinity in the month of July in Himachal. I could see a dark brawny arm holding my wagon from in between,…

Rain drops dancing on my roof, they know how I feel, wild wind imitating ricochet, they know how I feel, Dry leaves kissing the drenched soil, They know how I feel, lost in this gigantic city, and a black moon hanging on my white drape, they know how I feel.

Things changed between You and me.. Earlier it was love, Then it changed to commitment, And finally a desolate relationship Where we were together just because of Friends, family and our beautiful past. What went wrong? Who went wrong? Is it me, you or this relationship? Or the expectations we had from this relationship? ‘You…

A little girl lives in my heart and she wants to fly… She walks, I walk; she sleeps, I sleep; She dreams and I watch her dreaming… I feed her innocence, truth & Bravery; And nurtures her with madness & wildness, Mostly, I tried to hide her from others, But then she fights for them…

I call him a painter, he painted my heart with the color of love; Or maybe, he is a writer, As he wrote lyrics for its beats. Filled silent hours of my morning, With his chuckles dissolved in mine; Walking on the cold, wet grasses alone, Suddenly, I felt his fingers’ warmth in mine. A…

She was a girl, a young girl And she had names, many names. Lover, hater She was called; Selfish, innocent She was called. One day, Mutilated, afraid in her heart, she decided to run away Crossed villages, cities and reached an open plateau, Seeing her reflection in sky’s mirrors, gone were her fears Forgot her…

Would you mind if I borrow your dream for a night? haven’t smiled in my sleep for long… Would you mind holding my hand till dawn? these eerie figures scare me every night…. Would you mind let your chuckling stay here tonight? tired of crying with my gloomy room…. Would you mind covering my face,…

‘Small, Medium, large, XL, XXL, XXL or 10, 12, 14, 16, or 22, 24’; what is it? These are not sizes of a ‘Zara Top’ you bought today or you are going to buy tomorrow or day after. But this is actually you ‘my love’. Yes, you, the pretty woman; and of course you are…

“We met at the railway station or a bus-stop, Or in that old church, on a Sunday Morning, Early in the morning, Late in the evening; You ran behind the bus I took, That old bus, with rusted stairs; You jumped over the back stairs, Watching me, from the back-window panes; Or we met in…

  “A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.” – E.B. White So, I am again here to tell you that I didn’t write a single word on paper since last month. No particular reason, just looking for a right moment or right thing to pen down.…