She looks at the blue blue skies With an aching longing in her eyes In a box of uninspired living Thrives a dream of breaking off & flying Some people are born for the bigger game Yet stuck in the ordinariness of daily mundane Even if the light at the end of the tunnel May turn… Continue reading Bated Breath #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger
It’s an unsettling time to be anything other than yourself. Every issue seems polarised, you are pushed to take a stance. Politics, religion, festivals, gossip. Opinions are only monochrome, Grey matter stands no chance! Everyday a new debate kicks up the proverbial storm , The louder, the nastier person wins as a norm. In… Continue reading Terminal #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger
Re-reading your favorite book a billionth time Or fitting into the good old jeans some years down the line Memories captured in worn-out photographs no Facebook album can replace The promise of all-girls-reunion, every year , same time , same place. The bond you share with that special someone When the older… Continue reading Nostalgic #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger
In Polaroid pictures & postcard stamps engulfed in sleepless nights under dimly lit lamps when thoughts come alive in the darkest of nights masked as restlessness in the bright citylights for the lovers of words, colours , places & tales bohemia is a pattern that barely fades it doesn’t take too long for the new to become old as the… Continue reading Pattern #WriteBravely #WriteTribeProBlogger #MicroBlogMondays
The recent most Aamir Khan episode was an eye opener for me. A simple misguided remark was blown out of proportion confirming my belief that we are turning into a bunch of really angry Anti -social people , atleast on social media.
Sometimes the night is a journey I make to travel from one to yet another day The moments entwined with you on my mind the thoughts run astray And a dream floats in and out But in my solitary drudgery I watch them go by soaking up your memory Like a bridge over troubled waters… Continue reading Guilty
Like a predator from the dark alleys of doubts It over shadows my moments of self worthiness For joy is nothing but a momentary lapse of good sense And it fades away with the curse of unhappiness There always remained an old city buried beneath this urban landscape You could live up the dream for… Continue reading The Curse
The daily prompt threw this question at me , just about the time when I was turning a year older. So here’s what I think… Re-reading your favourite book a billionth time Or fitting into the good ole jeans some years down the line Memories captured in wornout photographs that no facebook album can replace… Continue reading What gets better with age?
One of my all time fav movies is In Her Shoes. A story that starts off as a very very ordinary chick flick and somewhere eventually becomes a very emotional movie . About two sisters – who are absolutely different , yet there s this bond that ties them of loss & hurt . This… Continue reading The Art Of Losing
I had this charming collection of poems They were about silver speckled fantasy I used to keep them hidden under my pillow And never let anybody see I left them behind with the excess baggage As I moved to another city Now I write about how things really are And how I would want them… Continue reading Repartee