Dear Ganga, Goodbye.

Dear Ganga,  This is where we part.  You flow to the sea, I go back to imagining,  how thou art.  Dear Ganga,  ...

Dear Ganga, Apologies.

Dear Ganga, We humans are selfishly pathetic, We often realise things a lot later than we should, We have distressed you enough, All...

Dear Ganga, The clouds are here.

Dear Ganga, The clouds miss you, They dropped by, With this windy urge, To say hi. And to drop some water.  But this isn't the seas...

Ganga.

You throw all your holy garbage into the river,  Because for you the river is the only place worthy. You forget that you're pollu...

Behind the scene.

Riddle me this, For once let me question your bliss. You travel for peace and to please? Unlike people here, Who move to cover their ...

Living.

A Man had had enough of living, "Why live when we have to die eventually?" He questioned, But no answer could satisfy him...

A gibberish dose of disappointment from the hopeful.

I had idolised adults for the freedom we have, But now I see most of us as a bigger creature following instructions, With all that p...

Delhi Drama Act 12

I get down from the bus and cross one half of the road, the traffic signal goes green on the other half. A short man comes running ...

Thunder.

Rain, Flash, And thunder. Sounds like me, After every Blunder. In Picture, Recent Thunderstorm over Noida Skyline, captured using slow sh...

Delhi Drama Act 11

Every day while leaving work I wait for a bus for about 15-20 minutes while the buses I am waiting for passing every few minutes in the o...

Delhi Drama Act 10

Translation: "I am mad, I love you, I don't want to leave! but I have to leave, I think I'll like leaving, You'd have ...

Youth.

And there you are, growing in different directions, living for admirations,  being an essence to lives around you, expected to make...

My Cycling Story.

I faintly remember my first cycle, a baby tri-cycle passed on to me by an elder cousin who was now too big to use it. Three hard plastic wh...

A Significant Memory.

A Significant Memory. The one with the fort, The quiet corner, And that book. The one with the poem, The surprise, And that look. The o...

Confessions of a Loner.

Confessions of a loner.  I have confessions to make  Of how I have disappointed you, Yes, you. The cheeky guy I sat next to in school, T...

Delhi Drama Act 9.

Delhi Drama Act 9:  Love in the times of Demonetisation.  The guy notices an ATM with a short queue of only about 10 to 15 people,...

A short Ode to friends

A short Ode to friends.  They were four,  One became an Engineer,  Second became a Manager,  The third wrote Code, Fourth becam...

Calm

Calm. I sought calm, I went to a mosque, And they told me to pray.  I went to a temple, And they told me to pray. I w...

Being with Wings

Being with Wings. I once saw a bird and said, "I wish I had wings too, I could fly away from everything, Bad wea...

You, me, and the Moon.

You, me, and the Moon. I looked at the moon and I saw loneliness,  The scar-like spots,  Its attention seeking tides. You looked...

A Loners Complaint

A Loner's Complaint Misunderstood in a world of the regular, Odd in a world of similar. They call me weird, They call me crazy,...

Before the storm

Before the storm.  I looked around,  Everything was gray,  and quiet.  A storm was coming I felt, I patiently waited and prepare...

The Bird Scarers

The Bird scarers. I met this family working on a farm. With anger all over their faces, Heat too high b...

The Tries of I.

The Tries of I.  I tried to be still,  I couldn't, because it wasn't for my will. I tried staying calm,  I couldn...

Elements

There she stands,  In a place where she doesn't belong,  Through seasons which are never hers.  There she stands, In a mourning s...

Mumbai.

Barbaric city sick-with slums, Deprived of seasons, blessed with rains, Its hawkers, beggars,  iron-lunged, Processions led by frantic dr...

Stories.

Stories. Have you ever wondered, How many stories you enter every day, The customer-care girl happy at you being kind, The...