Friday, April 17, 2015


“As we grow in life, our happiness quotient becomes low” those were his last words before he left her. Forever. As if, their togetherness was an old English word which had now ceased to exist.

For all the happiness she had brought in his life, all the respect she had given him, all the miseries she got into his life that made him strong, the years that she spent with him selflessly, the eternal vows that she took with him, he had nothing more to offer than just a few mere words. Just. Words.

He did not slam the door behind him when he left. But there was a puff of air which got exploded while the door got closed. It was, as if, a mine blew-up in the room, killing every feeling and leaving behind a body which was neither dead nor alive. Just trapped in that moment. Unmoved. Expressionless. Camouflaged with a motionless setting. Like an underprivileged family which gets merged with their deprived living. Like, when two things stay with each other for years, they start looking like each other. But what happens when two becomes one, and it has to be cut in half. How can a meticulously woven tapestry which has lasted for years and got intertwined into an unfathomable bond can suddenly one day has to part in two separate ways. And if so, how can either one exist without the other. How can such a loss be defined.

Just before she took her last breath, she took to few words. 

“I struggled, lost, and screamed in pain
like a block, I couldn’t move
my thoughts, not living anymore
A loss undefined.”

Tuesday, January 27, 2015


The dance of the cursor on the white page. I fear.
The written pages of novels. Bring me dyslexia. 
The silence of words. Haunt me.
Some unwritten piece. Want me.
Smile hates me. Hate smiles at me.
What if I unplug in oblivion? Who will rear my words?
My babies they are. I cry when they get hurt.
But the flute of death is already playing on me.
The words inside me are playing it.
I am in a white hole. I can see that black hole.
I am that ill. That I want to sleep.