Feeling free has become a burden, For drug doses you provided to them cannot be overridden. Doses that make you vulnerable to be their weakness, And at the same time your soul and mind at harness. You can neither snatch away their dosage of love, And make them a lost dove. Nor you can continue … Continue reading TO BE OR NOT TO BE THERE


तुम होकर भी नहीं हो

उस अधूरे लक्ष्य की ओर कदम तो बढ़े, पर आँखें खुली तो सपने टूटे. कि जहा हम थे खड़े वहाँ से ग़लतफहमी के बादल हटे. हम दोनो उस किताब का हिस्सा तो थे, पर तुम्हारा हमारे पन्ने तक का सफ़र कहा मुमकिन था. तुम हमारे दिल का अटूट हिस्सा तो थे, पर तुम्हारा – हमारा … Continue reading तुम होकर भी नहीं हो


Dear Me, I was meaning to write to you since long, but some restraining force kept me from doing so, and that restraining force was no other than the verbal stoning of the people around you and me.But you had enough of it, I had enough of its high time that your best friend … Continue reading OPEN LETTER

CAPTIVATION-“Is my body healing or soul falling apart?”

Why do they call it a “crush”? Is it because that is the way you feel when he doesn’t feel the same in return! Well maybe.... But the concern every word of his reflects, his anger when he says to me that I should not let anyone make fun of me, his dominance over me … Continue reading CAPTIVATION-“Is my body healing or soul falling apart?”

The Wait

Its different today! Earlier I loved the morning sun rays to fill my room, to pierce my eyes, just because I knew he would be there to close the curtains for me, come to my bedside and gently kiss my forehead to wake me up. But today I don’t want this cruel sun stoning at … Continue reading The Wait


Each morning these days of mine in hostel starts with a lie, a small but a significant one. Small, because for others it may appear just few words, but for me those are the words that define my life till now. Every morning before I leave for college, a ring on the phone is there … Continue reading HAPPY MOTHERS’DAY

“LOVE-is it breaking or creating me?” 8-When will my heart not skip a beat on seeing him , and my brain smile?

I keep on peeping inside my heart to look for an answer to a constant question revolving in my mind. A question which does not let me get a peaceful sleep, a question which at times questions my existence, a question which I fear that would remain unanswered for the ultimate. “When will my heart … Continue reading “LOVE-is it breaking or creating me?” 8-When will my heart not skip a beat on seeing him , and my brain smile?

“LOVE-is it breaking or creating me?” 7-IN THE PARALLEL WORLD

What if we are in the parallel world? Where I am not the way I am, Where he is not the way he is, Where my heart will not skip a beat on seeing him, Where my soul would no more carry a “no trespassing” board for everyone else but him, Where I would not suddenly slow down my pace while walking on the deserted roads, thinking about him, Where nights would be more peaceful and days such that I am less lost in thoughts, Where his pain would no more bring tears in my eyes, Where I would no more pray to God for his well being, Where his smile would not bring a curve on my lips too, Where his favourite dish would appear less tempting to me how terrible it may be, Where his anger would no more bring gloom to me, Where days would appear less beautiful with him, Where my heart would not long for a walk with him on the roads not taken, Where pulling his leg would not be my favourite time pass, Where submitting to him would not be more satisfying even when he is wrong, Where loosing to him just to make him smile would no more be my concern, Where my eyes would not swell due to sleepless nights, Where his bad health would no more bring a hurricane of tension to me, Where our chats would become less lengthy, Where we would stop sharing our sorrows, Where he would become less true to me, Where I would turn fake to him, Where he stops trusting me, Where I would not understand him, Where he stops protecting me, Where I stop defending him, Where my soul would stop falling apart on not getting the string taut from both ends, Where my cuts and bruises would not heal by his Midas touch, Where he saying me that he dreamt of me last night would not lead to,me lowering of eyes, Where he would not take the vehicle side of the road while walking, Where he saying that he is missing me even when he is with his gang would not make me flatter, Where he saving the last bite just for me would no more bring sparkle to my eyes, Where I would not call him at midnight just to flush out my anger , Where he too stops being my punching bag, Where he dwells with a mess like me … Continue reading “LOVE-is it breaking or creating me?” 7-IN THE PARALLEL WORLD