Evening Memories….

It was a Monday evening I thought, I heard you laugh As I walked past the Tea Junction, On my way back from work,   You sat there At that staircase green, Resting your head Against my cushion sleeves, As I gazed At your goofy smiles Wondering if you were really mine!   It was…

Beauty Lies In the eyes of the Beholder….

They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder Yet the eyes never behold truly They search for it in the colour of the skin In the flatness of the stomach And in the holes Under your belly They look for it in the God you pray The Allah, The Jesus or the Krishna…

If the non-living lived….

If headphones could talk Mine would blushingly Sing songs of the all the times You would surreptitiously ask to share mine And we would be a musical touch An insignificant creation in time   If torches had eyes Mine would create Paintings and photographs Of a pair of souls Stealing kisses under moonlight And sharing…

MAYAS: A Wintry Tale

Imagine alarms ringing simultaneously in small dark rooms of twenty crazy souls and twenty pair of dreamy eyes awakening to voices of sleep induced callers over the phone. It’s a 5’o clock January morning and if you by any chance happen to blow your breath over the window panes, you most certainly would be greeted…

An Autumn Affair

When nature is shedding itself, getting all primed to let her hair down and adorn the new clothes of spring; a bride and her groom somewhere is gearing up to begin a new chapter of their lives.To a mere spectator these two souls are much like the trees of nature, who disperse their old souveniors…

Pinned!

Have you ever seen a pin? Yes that one, the one which is silver in colour With a pointy tip at the end The one with which you used to pin up Charts and diagrams and things you never wanted to forget And when they would grow old And you would have learnt and memorised…

One Night of A Scriber…

Imagine the night clock striking the 12th hour and a car zooming past on the Bypass road. Imagine yourself to be a passenger on this car accompanying a group of equally crazy people travelling towards a destination unknown. There are a shit load of butterflies creating a riot inside your stomach and for a person…

Shades of Love..

If love came in shades of pastel What color would you choose stranger To draw your heart’s desire? Would it be the glittering Yellow Of dawn’s first rays? Or maybe the lemon yellow Of that marigold you stuck in her wind ruffled hair? Could it be the Pinkish hue Of her blushing cheeks As you…

FLAMES

As your Flake obscured Behind molten embers of smoky orange, The city skylight burned in ashes Of a matchbox of yesterdays; On a watery vista She set Tip-toeing through the waves, Shrouding the world in darkness; With pinpricks of flames Flaring in pockets of shadowiness; Under neon highlights And vodka stench-ed alleyways, The matchstick lighted…

Snippets of Thoughts….

​In flickering fonts of candles Under shadow inked blackness When your fingers of darkness Touched my naked skin They tattoed stars On my scars, deep within And with my teardrops running They scorched trails on your naked skin Of lyrics in moonlight blessing…. Streaks of moonlight trekked over browning crevices Enlightening forgotten paths buried in…

The Lost Red Balloon

This is for all the ones who have lost their friends for some reason but still at times the memories of those good old days do come back….it is for that bittersweet feeling….:)  In the early August sky Amidst the cumulus shadowing high, I spotted a red prancing by It was the brightest speck, Among…

Autumn Longings

The leaves rattled on her windowpane, Like discordant notes of coffee cups clinking on a winter evening. They glided in a twisted ballet, Catching smudges of black secrets hidden under her eyelids. They blew into her sodden strands imbibing in its scent, And stole a muffled kiss on its roughened edges. Then in the moonlight…