Inked... mostly... compulsively...
It is time to change the words that brought me to the world of scribbles (as i like to call my writing)... this blog does not promise change for future... it just states the present unchangeable state... thanks for taking out time and reading my words... god bless!!!
Do you think that friends replace family when one stays on their own?
Friday, December 14, 2012
Mumbai Diaries: Knight in distress
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Mumbai Diaries... Borderline 30, Single and Happy?
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Mumbai Diaries…
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Monday, January 24, 2011
The truth be told…

The fog that grows amongst us all,
Nursing the frost bites that won’t heal for long,
Still searching for the words of my lost songs,
Wondering which way did you go now,
Thirsty for the truth that grows hazy with every step I take,
Miseries of my loved one keep me away from making mistakes,
I cringe, I cry, I bruise easy… and I wonder why,
I feel like a leaf floating in the river passing by,
It is not easy to follow the footprints in sand,
It is not easy to chase the shadows in the wind,
I am hungry for truth… when will it be told,
I am thirsty for peace… which will leave me stoned,
The maniacal laughter makes me shudder at night,
Will anyone ever get it right?
Caged in my own will for the victory of truth,
I have lost that little girl I used to be in hues…
Love was never my forte because I have always been on a run,
And yet the memories of green and brew make my mind go numb,
Was it two steps behind or two steps ahead of me, plain?
Was it the boat or just me that drowned away in vain?
Monday, November 29, 2010
Traffic... with no signals

Very recently, I have been mapping the city and the NCR quite a bit because of my new job. Client meetings, grabbing a coffee and a bite to eat, road, sun-sets, rains, fog, messages, calls, BBMs, facebook, mails, ,more mails, traffic, noise, road rage, coke studio, coke, double-date, smoking, not smoking, fights, smiles, hugs, hunger, and so much more. Grammatically such a long sentence in an English language essay is a sin, so come to life… what can I say! If we crib about the traffic on the road at peak hours, then what do we do about the traffic in our head? And especially when you feel every emotion at the same time – love, confusion, guilt, withdrawal, anger, frustration and helplessness. Now you would think I am PMSing… well really dude these days it is Pre, Present and Post. So basically PERMANENT for most women and men as well (trust me). All I want to do the end of the day is have a bubble bursting word-game over the phone with Mr Hair Gel (you’ll know I don’t like naming people in my blogs), do a bit of farming on my virtual farm on FB (judge me as much as you want, I know you do it too) and sleep hugging my pillow and missing a jacket lately.
But today I chose not to do that! There was too much confusion, commotion and traffic in my head today. I try very hard to blabber it all out to the loving creatures I have around me, who do love me back and can be very patient listener surprisingly. But I feel very lost for words at that time. It is like finding a title for a poem you wrote about your favourite pen and somehow you end up with something as straight as “My Red Pen”. Jeez not that I ever wrote a poem like that! All this so-called “thinking” happed after I could not make it for my most favourite part of the evening… coffee break at CCD Taj Palace.
I realized that while I was in such a rush to make my perfect scrapbook memories, I missed out on the fact that I might not have this forever. I never believed in the saying, “Life is like an ice cream. Enjoy it before it melts.” I have always like things permanent. But here I am happy being a phase of a phase. Don’t get me wrong, I am not cribbing. I am just surprised with myself. Five years back when I was in love, I had felt the same, it is just that then I had wanted the end… not this time.
How lovely the colour green looks. It is my favourite colour these days. And yet it is the colour of envy. I do envy a lot of people. My friends who stay with their parents, my friends who are still away from the marriage pressure and one more person. This is one colour that makes you feel more human than most others. And reminds you that life never has a fairytale ending… neither will mine.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Morbid... Me!!!
Tyrant minds of the feathered folks,
Breaching the Unspoken vows,
Sleeping beneath the unjust sea of emotions,
Lacking the lust of tormented minds,
Blinded by the social norms,
I parade the path of staggering myths,
Long ago i head the tale of the king,
The queen and the estrange mate's gaze,
The irony i felt in the life's crazy tricks,
And I smelt the perfume of death sentence,
For i knew all and none knew me,
Far gone were the life's mysteries.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Withered away… without a sign!!!

You withered away like an autumn leaf,
While I prayed for you to stay,
How far you’ve gone for my shadow’s reach,
It is now tough to even measure the nights and the days in which you sleep,
I look at stars for a twinkle like yours,
Or a radiant smile,
But you are gone… without a note or even a parting line,
I try to tell myself it is true,
But I still feel so numb and I still hear the blues,
I am scared… you might not come back… to see me wither with silver and lines,
When I am too old to remember you and you are not around to be mine.