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Filthy, sleazy, destructive Often in cheap motel rooms That's where we made out That's where our love bloomed We were young and foolish But hell no! we were not plain We could only afford rum and coke With lust pumped up in our veins 'Fire and ice' is too posh Romeo and Juliet too lame You were a grenade I could put category 5 hurricane to shame It was a slaughterhouse Of innocence, promises and dreams At 21 and 23 We were two extremes But we did love With our heart, body and soul Whatever we thought love was It was out of our control Sometimes I think If I could relive my past I could hold you for 1 more hug I could make it last Do you think that too? Or was I a mere 20-something blunder Have you dined at our favourite restaurant? How long you kept my number? You run a marathon in my mind I think of you more than I should I wish I could clarify What you misunderstood Leave you a note Or shall I pick up the phone and call? Because our half-lived love story Is killing me

There is a little boy His name is Neel Cuddly, cute and oh-so-warm His hugs feel He is a naughty boy He runs all day long Mommy often thinks Oh, what now Neel has done wrong? He loves water Splash-splash-splash he does In his massi’s pool With sun shinning above Daddy takes him in his car Car goes vroom-vroom-vroom Neel sits like a little prince Leaving no room Neel plays with daadi Big block train they make Chu-chu-chu-chuck train goes In between games they take 50-50 breaks Of all people Neel loves Gaurav Uncle very much Always chasing his uncle Like an adorable Donald Duck His dada and bua live far away They miss him oh-so-very-much FaceTime, WhatsApp, Phone calls That's how they stay in touch Neel loves to read Sometimes he reads upside down He goes to all bookshops In his little town And when Neel will be a big boy Mommy says he already is May he be so-so-so-much happy We all wish *I wrote this rhyme for my nephew Neel. 

We smoked like a chimney, We drank like a drain. We were often too filthy, Too fucked up to admit our pain. We looked at tall city scrappers, Wished we could own one. With sorrow and passion running through our veins, We were better lovers than anyone. We ran the marathon half, We couldn’t finish it though. Between the fights we had, Love somehow outgrew. Then life struck us, We started counting pennies and dimes. We started having what all others had, But we stopped being fine. There my love, I lost you on a rainy night. You moved out of the house silently, Without any fight. We lost each other, Most importantly, we lost the spark. Despite the glitz of dollars, Life was albeit dark. It was the end of our love story, It died a silent death. We never crossed paths after that, But we were in each other's eternal debt. We only love once, Ours was rough and bold. In the age of one-night stands, We were old school gold.

We were two books, Stacked on the same shelf. In an old library, Where requited lovers came for help. There were a few books between us, Never were we ever close. There was a one-time guy who borrowed me, Left for the girl who borrowed you a rose. You smelled lovely for over a month, Then the fragrance tapered away. I was so horny for you, From the mid of April till the end of May. Did you notice? I actually fell for you one night. Thinking an amateur would put me mistakenly, Next to you to make things right. A silly girl placed me in the morning,  Just across of you on the desk. You looked so hot from there, My patience was put to test. I flipped, heaved and sighed, They thought under the ceiling fan. Those loveless people wouldn’t know, In how many ways I desired you man. I was all a poetry book, You were a Shakespeare play. An affair between us, Wouldn’t have been such a cliche. You used to go away, For mo

I slipped back into my lingerie, But I couldn’t feel your touch. Devoid of any pleasure, I still loved you very much. The cocoon I lived in, Stunted my growth and flight. I was living in a well-lit bungalow, But my happiness never saw any daylight. There were days I was absolutely naked, Still, why didn’t they see my scars? I bet they got blinded, By sparkly diamonds and swanky cars. I smiled all the time, I cracked the best of jokes. I camouflaged pain so meticulously, No one noticed the embers behind the smoke. I burned, I turned into a heap of ash. I sprayed Chanel No. 5, Though I was treated like a can of trash. You knew what wrong you did, Still, you never apologized. All I was a glorified maid, I now realize. Neither your body nor your love, Nothing was ever mine. Yet I treated a dead relation, Like a holy shrine. I’m glad you gave me nothing, Neither on the bed or otherwise. I’m gasping for sanity no

Those half-stoned eyes, Rough hands feeling up my breast. Your breath stinking of cheap liquor, I should have left. Man, why did I stay? There must be some spell on me. I was a ruin myself, Searching for love in debris. That cheap motel was not comforting either, Nor was the sheet smooth. I even felt bumps on the mattress, When our bodies rhythmically moved. You rested your head on my stomach later, Asked me to read a poem for you. You are a man with 20 dollar jeans, Who calls quickie a rendezvous. I don't know who should I blame? But it is more than lust. You listen to my worthless poetry, And I'm the only woman you trust. Don't read too much between lines, you say, Don't call us broken. I'm the river which flows into you, And you are my ocean. Man, why shouldn't I stay? You fill up the emptiness in me. With you, I'm a scintillating mess, With you, I'm free. *Poetic expression a

You reek of debauchery, Of wild sex on cheap sheets. Of half-drunken nights, Mindless flirting on the streets. And yet I find you comforting, I know you won’t last long. You are that pop-chart number, Not a meaningful song. There ought to be a heartbreak, For you to put your soul up for sale. Broken people tend to use, Hungry passion as their holy grail. I can swim underwater for hours, To find that pearl inside you. I can walk under dark skies, To see the light in you. I want to burn myself, To set your demons free. I can even pluck the thorns out, And plant a beautiful tree. But do give me some hope, I want to fix my emptiness with you. I’m an epic mess, I know you are too. The world would call us crazy, So be it. We are 2 broken souls, Who perfectly fit. Image Source - @benjaminpatch

Wherever I go Everyone offers me some tissue papers A fragile tissue to wipe off my tears And as I frisk into my pockets to pull out a paper towel I tell them Tears, courage, strength - I bring my very own Even a stronger version of tissue paper too

There are half-finished texts, She cannot send. There is a boy in the city, Who only wants to be a friend. There are sensuous pictures, Of him circling her thin waistline. The sound of sweet nothings crystal clear, Though she is often drunk on wine. There is not 1, not 2, But countless episodes of unbuttoned shirts. Heat seething in their bodies, Frenzy too wild to put in words. There is 2 am, There is 5 pm love-making too. There is enough to call them lovers, Between these 2. It ought to be a poem, About naked lovers and wrinkled bed sheets. Not a melancholic prose, Of lovers fighting on streets. O' how she has changed? From Chanel No. 5 to cheap wine. She even reeks of a broken heart, Though she claims to be fine. Nobody knows what went wrong? Not even they. But we all know, It's not okay. Love is a one-way street, Once lovers can never be friends. You never plant the dead flowers, It has to end

We were 2 lovers, Who fought most of the times. I must write a crime novel for us, Certainly not a rhyme. The frenzy in our bodies, The fire in our souls. Devil must have married Hell, We only fit these roles. When I craved rain, He gave me fire. What ought to be worshipped, We lit its pyre. The two of us, Made passionate love by the moon. Talked Rumi till wee hours, Slept naked till late in the afternoon. But by the weekend, Anger steamed from every pore. And we confessed to everyone, We couldn't take each other anymore. This off-on relationship, Was the talk of the town. The kind of love, In which couples often drown. And we did drown, Too much passion filled-up our lungs. We made too many mistakes, We were way too young. Love is a brandy-poison mix, We gulped our portion fast. We never talked about our emotions, We let the body did all the talk. A kiss for a sorry, A hug to compensate a mista

I've made many changes in 2018. My resolutions are streamlined. I follow them to the T. I'm noticing positive changes in myself. January was purposelessly busy, though. A lot of pending tasks and catching up kept me occupied. I'll remember January 2018 for two reasons. First - two of the leading actors of Masaan interacted with me after I posted a couplet inspired by the movie on Instagram. And few of my couplets made way to a cafe in Dubai. On writing front, I wrote the following in January -  I was confused which is the right word - sawari or sanwari. The word with 'n' sound is right. Well, so much to learn. Vicky Kaushal and Shweta Tripathi read and commented on this couplet. It's special as this couplet is inspired by their story in the movie. One of the Hindi couplet TheBhukkadCafe shared. Which one is your favorite out of all these?

I burn your soul, I light that kind of fire. My words slit innocence into half, I demand that much desire. I ruin your days, Your nights are no longer yours. Love tastes like brandy-poison mix, It is not pure. You reek of desperation, Your blood boils often. You write letters with blood, Only to bury them in an empty coffin. Neither your body, Nor your mind makes sense. I treat you as a lover, But I call you a friend. When you grab me by my waist, I stare into your eyes. I’m your salvation, The woman who can listen to your silent cries. I leave you half-thirsty, I’m that unfinished prose, You hate the idea of love now, You look for yourself on empty roads. Still you want a lifetime with me? Because you like the taste of fire. I may not be a perfect girl, I’m the only one you admire. It’s too late now, I seep into bones fast. Don’t regret falling in love with me, Don’t ever call me your past. Your friends hate me, You fight for me too. You

At dusk yesterday I didn't switch on the lights I sat till the entire house was in the dark I looked at all the things - Bedside tables, sofa, paintings on the wall Only the edges were visible I tried hard to see the details But I couldn't Even the familiar things were hard to recognize So I told myself Darkness can suck everything into it And make it its own You have too much strength, beauty, magic inside you That you're unaware of Never let darkness come near you You won't be able to see the good things Be happy Stay away from dark thoughts and people with dark thoughts Especially  people with dark thoughts Because they are the ones Who never let you turn on the lights Making it impossible for you to see the goodness inside I wrote these two posts last week. What are your thoughts on these two and the poem?

I’ve put on 6 pounds in the last 2 weeks. It’s a side effect of a medical condition. I got up today and my weight was half a pound more than what it was yesterday. I was extremely sad that time. 6 in the morning and the first thought along with your medical condition is your weight issue. Trust me, every girl hates it. But I had chores to finish. So I cooked, replied to emails, and cleaned before heading for a bath. I switched on the music on my iPad and told myself to take one day at a time. Do good, eat healthy, exercise, and spread some happy vibes. And I wrote this couplet. I hope if someone is going through a tough phase, he/she finds strength in this piece. 'Tez hawaaon mein udte hain jo, Un parindo ke par nahin hausle buland hote hain.' Starting from today I'll post all that I've shared on my social media handles on this blog. I'll make one post every fortnight. Someone told me it's good if you want to protect your work in case of a copyri

Dear Soul, You've ached, You've pleaded, But I'm too worldly wise. I know how many times you weep, When I helplessly ignore your cries. There is a bridge I want to cross, But I'm too scared. He can share me, You, you've never been shared. You're all mine, Hence I trouble you this much. The world judges me, You, they can't even touch. The bond we two share, Breaks countless times. Thank God, killing your own soul is not a crime. The day I will place you first, I will make many foes. The song he sings for me will turn into a prose. I promise I will cross that bridge soon, Sooner than he thinks. How long can I survive on materialistic things? Until that day you be as you are. I may not listen to you, But you are the reason I've survived this far. Your Body. Muddled soul in a tyrant body seeks recourse. Prisoner for thirty odd years can survive no more. Image Source - Here