My Fellow Countrymen

11:26 pm Wednesday, August 15 2018 I should have written this earlier in the day, or found a platform to vocally express it, but nevertheless, here we are. I am not here to express an opinion, rather, to make a request. I came to sixteen years of age, running around with plastic flags (I opted…

The Saga Of The Sun

Red, orange, pink and blue I see them all mixing into you They blend in like lovers Meant to be together, forever But again you emerge from one into two The beautiful mess you create right over my head More beautiful than the one in my mind The ballad in the sky leaves no questions…

Sheheron ki baatein

Lambi –chaudi imaraton mein Chhota sa tinka bankar reh jaate hain Bheeni-bheeni si barsaaton mein Sab yahan doob jaate hain Taro mein manzil ka pata tha Yaha apna pata dhoondte reh jaate hain Aisi hoti hain shehron ki baatein Kabhi milenge toh sunaunga Sapne dekhne walon ke kisse Unki khilkhilaahatein Unki haalatein Shehron ki raftaar…

Review: Superfreakonomics

Alright so, you might be wondering how I go from depressing poems and love stories to a book review. Honestly, I have no clue. But I made a resolution this year to read a book every month and write a review about it – so here we go! I heard about Superfreakonomics when Mike Ross…

This is me!

Hello everyone! So it’s been about 9 months since I started this blog and I’ve completed 11 posts – without telling you who I am. Now, WordPress does not give me an idea of who is viewing my poems so I don’t know if you know me or not, and hence my friend(s), the introduction….

An Uber Dream

I was sitting in the backseat of an Uber With hands shadowed by water droplets on the window When I saw a dream pass by The little girl danced, carefree and happy as could be And I sat here staring, wishing I could be her She looked at me with her overwhelmed eyes And we…

Mirror

When I look at myself in the mirror, I get scared My hair is perfect, my curves are heavenly My teeth shine bright from my cherry lips Then you might ask, what scares me? I am scared of that woman in the mirror because it is not me The estranged woman who stood by And…

Before this ends

New Delhi, 31st December of another year     Dear husband I thought you knew desire And I thought you knew I did not want it But you were raised to be a man Oh well, you never became one   Dear men I know you’re in love with the shape of me But that…

Sixteen

i was pretty at sixteen my hair, an illusory black, dripping down my face like thin wires of chocolate syrup my eyes, glimmering between the perfect stroke of mascara and kohl my lips, holding my smile with the most imperceptible touch of orange matte my breast, petite, hidden under my favorite black bra my waist,…

Winter

Winter is the same Every time as it comes and passes by Touched by old moments with new people The roads are the same Covered with broken bauhinias showered like a winter blessing Crushed by my naked feet Walking with a new pair The cold is the same My frozen fingers Tangled with new ones…