Dear Neel #3

Dear Neel #3 Dearest Neel, what kind of a year is this? Didn’t it simply sail through? Can you believe it is already September which is flying by us while I laze around writing letters to you? Nine months of a year gone by and what have I done? Half the year I have eitherContinue reading “Dear Neel #3”

Dear Neel #2

Dear Neel #2 Did you get my letter? Did you read it? Did you think about me as you saw my handwriting? Did you miss me?  The last time I wrote to you was when I had a writer’s block or when I thought I had a writer’s block. That was the day when IContinue reading “Dear Neel #2”

Dear Neel #1

Dear Neel,   I am writing to you this time. The last time we saw each other was a long time ago. So long that I am afraid, a little scared if you remember me at all. I don’t know, because I haven’t talked to you since then. Neither have you approached. But the onlyContinue reading “Dear Neel #1”

One Breath AT A Time

Trying to find my balance in an absolutely imbalanced world. I can’t see it but there has to be, has to to be some thin thread of hope that I can cling to, hold on to. Untill that thin reality flows in, let the universe spin, but I will stand on my values, the oneContinue reading “One Breath AT A Time”

Blank

Four years ago, around 24thAugust, I had this insane urge of being heard, I did not ramble what was going on with me then, I just wrote a small blog celebrating Janmashtami. That was my third or fourth attempt at blogging or precisely writing. I had failed so far, and I was sure I wouldContinue reading “Blank”

Mr. Coffee Hater #3

There is this soft fluffy cushion stationed at my balcony for the last few days now, chrome yellow in colour, if you need any further specifications in the colour, I am sorry. My vocabulary ends with yellow, chrome, and lemon. Red, I am a little more aware of, red, magenta, hot red, vermillion, maroon, scarlet,Continue reading “Mr. Coffee Hater #3”

The Wait For Spring.

Warning: This is going to be pretty long. Proceed and get bored at your own risk!   * I should probably start with wishing new years to all of you, but I am sure that I am very late for that, very very late. So, shall I just go ahead and ask you if youContinue reading “The Wait For Spring.”

Moorings.

  Weekends shouldn’t be about going out, partying, trashing, shopping, dining, and tiring yourself. They should be about the things that you would want to do otherwise. It should be about, well, honestly my answer changes as frequently as the illogical and unwanted threats, thrown by people who might run a country and yet wouldn’tContinue reading “Moorings.”

The Sea

Poetry has been a consistent part of my life, first reading and then writing. Though if someone would have said that I could try writing poems, a year back, I would have rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, right!” Not that I have become very confident of my pieces, but I have come as farContinue reading “The Sea”

Illusion or Authenticity!

I dreamt I dreamt of beautiful things I dreamt with open eyes. All my life I was taught To dream big Fly high And so with open eyes I dreamt of open skies. Of peace, calm And of little love. I have dreamt of inane faith And believed That everything will find its way. Oh-Continue reading “Illusion or Authenticity!”