Memoir

Delhi Meri Jaan

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’  It was my last day in the city, I tried gobbling as much as I could watch as the car drove past my college. Tears kept shedding. just like rain that I witness now in Pune. My mom- as calm as… Read More Delhi Meri Jaan

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Poetry

Laugh As a Madman

I laugh so loud For you who know me But don’t know About that sea Which reside But I hide Inside Because I am like a madman Who laugh so loud And free but adamant As for you I always ran Away, far away To somewhere Alone and grey.

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Poetry

A Tear from You

I like When it falls From your eyes For me Your power kept aside For me For the strength To keep For a tear On the cheek

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Come to Me

When I wait for you my eyes are with me except their sights when I wait for you I see only you instead of this-worldly wrong or right When I wait for you there’s a smile waving my lips when I wait for you I walk on roads without destination and no one to greet … Read More Come to Me

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It’s a No

Light from the slit darkened Alarming me of a known arrival As I looked back and squinted He’s there, though a little heavier I searched his eyes To know what he wanted this time But they’re blank like a sea With too much running inside He tried taking it away, my rotten heart My strength was… Read More It’s a No

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Remember Me

I remember you when somebody hurts me or when I am in pain I remember you when winter touches me or when summer’s burn washes away in rain I remember you after a momentary win or when success comes to stay under my feet I remember you when they call me beautiful or when they… Read More Remember Me

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Short Story

Meanings

      “It’s you” she replied.  He kept on rereading her message.  He was confused between “is” and “was” for her “it’s”.

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Live, for the first time

7.45 a.m: I checked my watch twice and smiled for the first time in my two-year-job-life. I reached here before 8. The train was due for next fifteen minutes. I looked around, for the first time. I felt relaxed, for the first time. Pataudi station appeared like a stranger to me in spite of our… Read More Live, for the first time

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Flying High

I always desired the bright twinkling stars, But without fail, a lil glowing firefly made me laugh.      

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