We don't often market the idea of saving before we have wasted enough. And we keep a count of wastage instead of what is left. It is difficult to figure out whether we are trying to boast about our negligence or trying to just balance the guilt of letting go, when we could hold onto it

You ain’t here..

You ain't here to blend in chorus, but to find your voice and hear it first hand. It may not be mellifluous or convincing, you may reluctantly discover its coarseness.  The first time you identify it and what its saying, you are likely to be in denial. But the moment you own it, you will be redeemed off all the glass ceiling.

Life happened….

Life often happened between ....
the half chances you messed up and the second chances that never came your way,
the decisions you made and the choices you let go,
the buses you missed and the plans you cancelled,
the people you wanted in life and people you were left with,
the outcomes you accepted and the situations you avoided.


Sometimes you feel like the head is in clouds, but you ain't flying. Still navigating through broken bylanes. The mapped journey has been sliced open into a waiting game and you are just not getting it right. When and whether to stop or resume. Slowly the gap between the level of journey and your goal widens. From reaching the destination it deteriorates to outrunning someone to preparing an inventory of reasons in case you are not able to reach the goal. The only way to survive this is to remember why you started and not let the question of where you have reached replace it

The Friday Party

you donno the ppl, you donno the  place,
all so cramped up, yet easy in their space,
sweepstaking realities to photoshop face,
music seesawing to moods of treble and base,

you can see them jam, you can feel a vibe,
a floor full of strangers desperate to form a tribe,
the frame has more than your words can describe,
for a Friday night is much more than last Monday's bribe

Ghazal 2

milti nahi….
khwabo ki woh kadi,
jo le chale hume,
us sire tak,
sach hoti zindagi,
jhoothi naa lage,
khushi mere haathon ko achhuti naa lage,

milti nahi,
palon ki woh ladi,
jo haseen waqt ki,

Dhadkano ko
saans deti rahe,

Bheeter samaye andhero ko
asmaan se churakar,
zara si chaandi,
raat deti rahe…

Walk on beach

rays were flirting with her face ,
waves were seducing shores to let them kiss her feet,
as she walked on the beach.
She left her hair open,
allowing the breeze to caresse her curls.
Tides were raging,
to claim her footprints left behind,
as a proof of the fact that a mermaid did ditch the ocean waters,
to have a fling with sands…..