Although 'talk' is not the right word to describe the communication I have in silence with some, it still is the best - the most neutral way to describe a communication that swings between being one sided to saying the same things consecutively. Distance makes it tough to confirm but the gut tells you exactly... Continue Reading →

तुम मुझे नाम से पुकारते थे बर्फीले ठन्डे झौन्कों के साथ कुछ गर्म रेत के फव्वारे भी आते थे जैसे सर्द रेगिस्तान पे ओलों के बवंडर चले हों नज़ारा नया था, अनदेखे में देखा सा जाते हुए तुमने आसुओं के साथ कुछ खिलखिलाती हंसी भी पीछे छोड़ी थी जैसे वापसी के लिए इज़ाफ़ी चाबी साथ... Continue Reading →

Secrets in my closet two covert lovers the treasures with the itty bitty, quirky with the decorated seen with the unseen, all in raw rustic lucid realities The complexities of all my possessions and the simplicity of their co-existence No coercion, yes asymmetry; but no imbalance. The compositions tease the mental needs of perfections. And I... Continue Reading →

Dawn rays will pass through this, falling on someone's beloved. The romance must match bird's chirp and the dust that dances. Summer mornings must awaken to these 'white lights'.

बरफीले ठन्डे झोंकों के साथ कुछ गरम रेत के फव्वारे भी आये थे जैसे सर्द पर्वतों पर रेगिस्तान के बवंडर चले हों नज़ारा नया था, अनदेखे में देखा सा अनजानी हवा में जानी पहचानी चढ़ती चांदनी का एक वादा जिसका होना ही काफी था एक ख्याल जो बरसात में भी धुप की किरणों जैसा जगमग... Continue Reading →

I'm a woman - I'm neither fragile nor pretty; I don't like gloss nor glitter - no I don't bear pain and flaunt. I struggle being chirpy / bubbly / pleasant / innocent. And no, diamonds or 'more' clothes are not my best friends. I'm neither trendy nor extravagant. I'm not always honest and scream in... Continue Reading →

As I walk along the beach, trying to save water from touching my feet while trying to maintain a straight line of footsteps, I look back at the 4 steps fallen out. And I look up at the swirling fan and the light and then shut my eyes to follow the faint white string of... Continue Reading →

There are days when you wake up to a feeling of gleaming brightness and a smell of euphoria. Those are the days of joy and excitement and zest. There's sparkles by the end of such days. Some days the sparkle is black and grey too but mostly its gold and silver. And its alright as... Continue Reading →