Pens and Pages: Some “Over-friendly” Auto-drivers in Delhi – A tru...

Pens and Pages: Some “Over-friendly” Auto-drivers in Delhi – A tru...: First published on Springtide on 12th December 2014 Perhaps it is not the right time to share what I faced in Delhi, not after “t...

Pens and Pages: I was You

Pens and Pages: I was You: I bleed blue, I bleed it all out; A single gun-shot, And a deep wound. Like a broken ferry on a vast, vast sea; I tremble, I shiver,...

Pens and Pages: I was You

Pens and Pages: I was You: I bleed blue, I bleed it all out; A single gun-shot, And a deep wound. Like a broken ferry on a vast, vast sea; I tremble, I shiver,...

Pens and Pages: A Readoholic / Foodoholic / Movie-oholic’s Utopia

Pens and Pages: A Readoholic / Foodoholic / Movie-oholic’s Utopia: Everyone must have a different Utopia. And if I had a place in mine, it would be all filled with food and books and food and books, an occ...

Pens and Pages: Chasing Tomorrow

Pens and Pages: Chasing Tomorrow: They say that if you take care of the present the future will fall in place. I doubt it. Almost two months ago I was all at sea on w...

Pens and Pages: The Cursed

Pens and Pages: The Cursed: Sitting on a rock near the lake, Tisha was ruminating on what went wrong in her dream. Alas! She couldn’t recall how her dream ended; but ...

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time. There couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.

Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths as it walked out of my life...

Pens and Pages: Indestructible

Pens and Pages: Indestructible: Let the turbulence approach; Let the calamity conquer; Let all the brittle be broken; Let us see what remains. Let the tough times com...

Never follow the crowd....

Until and unless you're crossing the road...

Life is, at times, tough...

And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it...

And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care...

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart, I didn't know why. 

By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for me to do so, there alighted the fear that haunted me with the words that rang constantly in my head, "You're NOT BRAVE ENOUGH".

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.
What are you running from?
What are you waiting for?

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....

Everyone talks about what's wrong with the system, only few say how to correct it and fewer strive to rectify it

Life is, at times, tough...

And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it...

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. 
"Tell me why this rage?" He asked holding her in his arms. "Why do you fence for yourself so much?

She sighed and muttered, "Because all I really want is nothing but to be proved wrong."

A couple of hours more
and those dreams will,
once again, burn bright
only to turn into ashes
the moment you look the other way...
There has to be a restlessness and a certain feeling that says you're going to fall.. AGAIN
Yet you hope, against all odds...
you jump, and you pray
and believe when you say
what if this time you don't fall
what if this time you fly 

It was never easy..
And you have no idea how it should be..
Your life's a mess, it's crazy
But weird is fun..
Strange is beautiful..
It's dumb, stupid, cute
It's normal, rare yet wonderful

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?

Would you go back to sleep then?

I wake up each morning only to realize you're not by my side. And if this emptiness is nothing but a nightmare, let me wake up and go back to the time we were together...

You're one damaged soul
and deep down you know
shattered into pieces
and fixed with a word
veiled with a smile
and cured by love...

Your insides scream,
it's a tempest within,
but nobody sees,
an empty beach,
and the calm sea,
is what you show.
and you cry for help,
but nobody hears,
and you can't sleep,
mired in thoughts deep,
and all you want
is to be saved
but, darling,
when this calm sea,
won't tell,
rescued,
can you ever be?