Friday, April 15, 2016

Ek marz to hai

Yun ab aansu to nahi hai par dard to hai.
Tere jaane ka zikr nahi magar dars to hai..

Tujhe paane ka mujhe junoon to nahi.
Chahana tujhe magar, mera farz to hai.

Tujhe bhool to jaun main magar.
Teri yaadon ka mujhpe koi karz to hai..

Raat aayi aur gayi teri baaton mein.
Har baat pe teri ek sher, arz to hai..

Jeena tere saath naseeb na tha mera.
Aur jeena tere bina bhi, ek marz to hai..

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Death of a love story

There was a time when she could not have thought of not loving him. There was a time when he was her everything. That time has passed. Now, it was not just that his death would not hurt her, it might even give her a guilty pleasure. She did not want this to happen. This was not in her nature. But boy, did she hate him with all her fervour.

He thought he did not love her. Maybe he was right. Yet, he thinks often if he made the right call. Whether he made a hurried decision in the wake of his overconfidence and carelessness. Nevertheless, the decision was made and was now irreversible. He had to live with this. He was living with this.

Love was not lost between the two. It just turned so bad that it turned to hate. It was present in all its glory and if the two ever collide, it will have the impact as same as the first time they met. Everything would just be a negative of the bright colours of the reality.

Sunday, February 7, 2016


It is a play by Ed Monk.

I enjoyed when I read it for the first time. I enjoyed it when I acted in it for the first time.

And now, I finally have seen it how it should be made.

This time, I am not on the stage, but in the audience. The play did made me regret that. I wish I was a part of the play. I wish I was a part of IIMACTS.

Still, I have a feeling that I am lucky. For this play, done by my seniors, I would rather watch.

They didn’t choose a language, mixing Hindi and English (and some mute curses!) with ease. They took the play and made it their own. I enjoyed that and I am sure, many others did too.

A play is never perfect, it is too live to be perfect. However, the flaws do not matter when the performances rise to the occasion.

Not just the performances of the actors but performances of those mute silences, performances of those running arounds for the scripts and the performance of the real confusion.

It was not what was said that mattered as much as what was left unsaid.

It is their last performance for us. It is time for them to go back to the real world. It is time to say Cut!

Monday, January 18, 2016

Not an Eulogy

People die. My grandfather passed away. I am not sure if I have processed it well or not at all. A life that started in a mother's arms, in a remote village. A kid who must have been innocent, cute or naughty. A young man who decided to leave the farms and see the city life. A man who married and had to see some of his children die at a young age. A father of four sons who decided to bring his family to the city to give his children better opportunities in life. A man who saw his sons marriages. A grandfather to eight grandchildren from 2 to 28 years old. He began a family tree which started from a village. He gave his son the platform to become an engineer. His grandson studied in some of the best colleges of the country and has been to other countries too. It was all built on the base of that one man. This is not an eulogy. I don't think I can do justice to it. This is just an astonishment at how much a man achieves in his lifetime and how many stories might still be hidden in his heart when he takes his last breath.

Saturday, January 2, 2016


I love telling stories. I love hearing them too. But writing them becomes tedious. Hopefully, someday I will have the zeal for writing them as much as I have about creating them. Until then, I will keep trying to find inspiration to write however it may come.

In the meantime, please read this little piece. Inspired by this Writing Prompt from Reddit. 

[WP] You are a powerless human who is known to be the source of all superpowers in Earth. To end all conflicts, heroes are out to kill you. Meanwhile, the villains protect you.

I present to you - Inertia:

Friday, November 13, 2015

The solace of light

It is not often that we find light within ourselves. In the midst of all the wildfire that engulfs us, looking inside is a relatively low priority task. It is much easier to look outside and take decisions.

Of course, there are many ways of introspection and not all ways are good always. In fact, most of the ways become useless if no action is taken on them and many others can be based on momentary impulses.

Thus, it is important to have a limited self-introspection. I strongly believe that life is a journey to oneself. However, a journey is impossible without pitstops or any other form of rest or entertainment. Similarly, the journey to oneself should contain all sorts of tasks that keep us ont he path of light without stretching us to limits.

Of course, the journey has to be towards ourselves. And then perhaps, when we are moving inwards but looking elsewhere, we will find something extraordinary in the fringes of our sight. A light that is peaceful, a light that is understanding and a light that we understand.

Under that light, we might find ourselves and true solace.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Kuchh adhere khwab

Khwabon ke beej le ke chale the.
Ke kabhi manzilon ke ped ugenge.
Badan bhi khaad ki tarah jhonk diya.
Paseene ko paani ki tarah piro diya.
Aaj dekhta hun apne khaali haathon ko magar.
To soch mein pad jaata hun.
Shayad beej hi nakli honge..

Sunday, July 26, 2015


It is inevitable and it is irrecoverable. And yet, it has to be dealt with. Everyone has their own way of dealing with it as I have mine.

Unfortunately, mine started with listening to a song that will now become a memory attached to the loss. Ironically, the song is completely unrelated and until yesterday, was of no consequence.

How do we attach these songs with such important moments? I have no idea. However, please listen to song about love, laughter and joy that now, I associate with loss.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

That first look

That first look, that first smile.
I knew that I had gone fragile.

The heart pounding, with joy.
The brain, frozen, a broken toy.

That first hi, I knew I was done.
Not a single day now, is a burden.

I knew not what to do.
I knew not what to do.

Love, it is not, I think so.
Infatuation, I hope so.

Not because I can’t get you.
Not because I don’t want you.

Simply because you are perfect.
A gemstone without any defect.

Any closer, and two things happen.
Either I die, or my spirits dampen.

I burn by your flame like a moth.
Or the truth burns my soul draught.

The distance, keeps the heart fonder.
The void, keeps the relation stronger..

Thursday, July 9, 2015


Funny word, this is. It stands against everything our survival instincts stand for.

How can we hate ourselves? But we do. All of us go through a moment which is simply painful. So much so, that you want to cry. Unfortunately, the tears have dried up.

It is just a moment. Nothing more. But that moment is larger than anything that is felt by you. The reasons can be many. A girl who hurt you, a girl you hurt. Someone who left you forever! Someone you left when they needed you. Each reason can bring self-loathing to you.

One case is however, more intense than others. One case, where you are not only in self-loathing mode, you actually physically hate yourself in third person. When does this happen? When you hurt yourself. When you cheat on yourself and when you leave yourself.

Sounds weird, impossible, untrue. Well, it all is happening to me right now. I am cheating on myself. I am hurting myself and above these two, I think I am leaving myself. Why is not important.

The important fact is that I don’t know how to bring myself back. This relationship is the most important one I have had and I don’t know how to make it right. I want to make it all right but like in any relationship I am too panicked to do the right thing.

I just want to take an action that makes things right or wrong. I have to do something and everything I am doing is not working out. I started this journey with a plan but now, I do not have any vision of that plan in sight. What has happened? Why do I get distracted so easily? Why am I not the guy I love sometimes? It is a beautiful life but why am I not making it even prettier.

Why am I cheating on myself?