It sells.

Depression is real and fashionable. Paste it on your forehead, advertise and sell in exchange for sympathy. So many vendors, so many customers and such a big market. You can’t help them, they don’t want it. Why? Because they’re not depressed. Nobody knows what depression is. Depressed people don’t know they’re depressed. Or they do…

Dark blues.

Echoing throughout these walls, I hear; in this emptiness I see, those long lost years, the newfound fears and abuse. We hold hands, we aren’t together, we say things but barely talk to each other. There’s no forgiveness surrounding us; there are no memories, only nightmares and tremors. All those nights blanketed by the stars,…

I hear

I hear a callingI feel it in my bonesThe voice of godsA prayer of sortsStories of dustForBodies of stone

O simpleton

Keep digging, goDeeper and one day youMay find that oreOf native gold; your doorTo fortune and the worldYour soul is soldTo those glittering lights, thoseHysterical nights and lies someoneHas told. Treasures are people you knowAnd those you don’t; treasure is pleasuresOf youthAnd wisdom when you’re old. But keep digging, only then shall youBe wise, old…

Wetness.

Why doesn’t rain bring down the skies with it? For the love of the world? Or is it powerless? “For god’s sake! shut your fucking mouth.” I tell myself and stare at the sky, the wretched cloudy sky for this downpour early in the morning. An brisk walk was all I wanted. This is nature…

Two sides and an answer

Why’s the world blue? Don’t we have enough? Every night I wonder, why does it have to be so big? Why can’t it be just next door? when I close my eyes, I hear questions with no answers. I see dreams with no definite ending. The world isn’t blue, it changes colours like skies. So…

Embrace – collaboration

In sickness, I wrote of health; in strength, I whined about ailment. Never once has one thing held true for itself, never once have I tried to embraceWhat I had been offered for there was no satisfaction in earthly events. It was fabrication that revealed traces of concealed intentions and sweet deceit.I await rains while…

Heartland musings

There’s magic in the air. Fragrance mists from the teacup surround me as I slip into day dreaming delicacy. I’m dapper as ever, dressed in fears and fantasies; I have friends when I look back and see. Sip by sip, I gulp down my hopes; I open my eyes and it’s a slippery slope. I…

Yo! choose.

We all got legs. Some run and others kneel. We all got hands. Some use them to create; others, to steal. There are hopes. Most die, some live. There is faith. Some sow, others reap. There are people. Most are slaves, others dream.

I welcome denial.

I looked for a friend, I found him in me. I lived in a world that breathed through me. I looked for myself and suddenly, the world seemed too big. Perspectives betray convictions as my world widens, one person at a time. I walked through words and intentions and neither made any sense. In the…

Stupid little things. Again.

“We managed to saved your son, but he’s in a coma” said the doctor. The woman looked through the glass, at her inanimate son. Without a moment’s hesitation, she ran to the temple which is right outside the hospital, for some reason, looked right into the god’s (idol) eyes and whimpered: “If you really exist,…

Resident

You belong here. A home for nobody,An unwelcome melody,Life, death and parody;I am that very fear.

Of tombs and dreams

The fool thinks the sky is his home; Makes no sense when he says dreams give him wings. “Tonight I fly again” he bellowed “I close my eyes, and I fly. Away from you, away from living, away from the lands of barren dreams.” Those Soaked in blood, burning alive in the pyre of their…

Stupid little things

Some days are like bubbles in beer. They keep popping and you chug them down. What is beer then? I have no idea. Why do we even need one? A million things in this world defy logic, like uneducated people ruling over educated masses. A good day is like a drunk father, the emotional abuse…

Inbetween

I am a dream. A hope of forever and the certainty of never.

It doesn’t matter

I like it dirty. If you see me at a bakery munching on a burger, there’d be cheese all over my cheeks. Sometimes, my jeans may smell like spilled beer. There’d be fries littered on the table, the tomato sauce on the floor is understandable. My shirt is crushed and has stains, my jeans remains…

A wish to chase

A star shot by. He chased the star, I ran after; one of those times, on a mountain up high. Town after town, door after door, through noises and mutes, left no stone unturned. I’d sing in the day, wander through nights, Thinking I’d hope, hoping he’d think, This is what we wanted, this is…

Questions and beginning.

The skies have always been bland, we filled them with dreams; the clouds never rained, our eyes were moist. Balloons fly, birds fly; tell me, why can’t we try? The pages were distant lands, we migrated; of memories and pain, we sing. Did you know? All we have to do is think. It never took…

Awake

I saw a woman happily walking home, alone, at 12 AM. And then I woke up. The society is a marketplace, everyone is a customer; everyone, is a marketer. We’re so good at branding: any woman who shows up with a guy at a public place is ‘branded’ a slut. I wonder why the guy…

Maybe.

I’d pour all my hopes into a jar and store them in the attic, if you promise you’ll come back, tell me you’d stay. I put myself to sleep drinking a glass of water and dreams but tonight, it’s just emptiness and me. The door is half open, windows are half shut and I rummage…

The twins.

“They hate each other. Neither wants to see their faces, fueled by jealousy and pride. The elder one the fire, the younger, a shadow. One brings light and the other, the night. The shadow steals light and light overshadows the night. They say the gods have separated them to sustain life for together they bring…

Attraction.

I’m in the orbit, you be my sun; I’ll be your man, you be my earth. Pull me close, pull me down; Make me go round and round.. Your presence, my gravity.

So is life.

My heart is a crystal ball with an ecosystem inside. It expands in summers, contracts duringthe winters and celebrates a good rain. The sun shines through the woods of faith, waters of love flow around, like blood in veins. smell the soil and air, there’s life everywhere. Emotions and feelings live and breathe; eat and…

Time

I looked for you along the borders of my mother’s embroidered saree, under the shade of mango trees in scorching summers and amidst the books I found a world in; I called for you in the rain as I ran toward my house; wondered where you went when she was in my arms and I…

Desire

I wanted my life to be a fable; so I had become the story teller. The world, my audience and I, a liar. I wished for them to be merry; so they have become my joke and I, their jester. I desired for nothing; but the world had become desirable and I, miserable.

It’s me.

I look at the door and wait for a knock. I hear nothing. I look at the window and the light that falls through, but it’s still dark. I let a squeal out, like a rat. Is anybody there?I hear a knock on the wall. It’s my elbow.I am there.

Begin again. – collaboration

I’ve felt moments embody eternities, posing to be forever. I’ve had forevers, fast and fickle. There were times when The slightest of touch echoed deep within. There were touches that stopped time and then there were lives that ended, Only to begin again. In collaboration with Anushka.

Migraine

There’s a riot inside my head. I lay my ass down on the staircase, not fatigued but just in case. A million thoughts surge through my brain; a fatal collision and a decided division between the past and present indicate an unwanted descent of my sanity. Insanity. I laugh like a clown, draw doodles on…

Cut it!

Parental Logic eludes me, Y’know. I told my dad this morning I’m sick and he goes “Go get a haircut, why do you think you’re sick all the time?” What???

The path

Even if I knew, I couldn’t beEven if I could, I wouldn’t beEven if I would, I still have to know I might walk, but I see no pathThere might be a path, but I can’t believeIf belief is the path, I dare not tread In response to her majesty Nawazish. Also, here’s my Instagram…