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Thursday, 3 April 2014

A cup of tea with the hostile neighbours

Well this happened last month when I had gone to home tutor a child. It was a one-time thing, as a friend of mine insisted me to go in his place. The address was in the worst area of Jankipuram and throughout the journey I was cursing that friend and praying for my Activa’s tire. Soon the hell ride ended as I reached the address and was greeted with a pleasing smile. I was asked to sit and the student came and we were off to books the next minute.

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

I walk alone....

I walk alone
amidst this sea
of flesh and limbs
walking with blindfolds
crawling beside me

there are faces
and faces on faces
there are no masks
just smiles to decieve
and promises to kill

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Love

I didn't ask for a thousand words dear
Nor did I want to always stay near
I never asked the long starry walks
All I wanted were our little talks

Saturday, 16 November 2013

Death....

O death! why are you here,
standing tall in your black hood?
spreading cold shivers and chills
darkening every spot you stood?

cold and harsh and full of void
snapping the colours from life
you come silently riding your high stead
plunging everything into an empty darkness

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Let's....

Let's wake up and make it true
the dream that we had
Let's light up the skies alike
with the sparks burning in our hearts


Let's walk down the road undiscovered
walking underneath skies new
Let's flow like a stream unbounded
thrashing away the boulders in our path

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

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Dhaani woke up with a jolt and sat upright,she could see Veeru lying beside her. sumthing dark and shining was scattered around his arm and his once handsome,smiling face was filled with bruises,cuts and blood.
She could barely believe all that had happened through out the day,everything seemed to be like a dream,a dreadfull one but it was all true. She had faced it

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

a whatever of my life

I was born as they say, 
on a foggy January Sunday. 
Dug up from the depths of cave, 
shouting like a warrior brave. 
i was passed hand to hand, 
held aloft like a trophy grand