Drama queen saga!

Me: You’re so cute. It’s sad that you’re single!

S: Meh… I’m all ready to die alone.

Me: I won’t let you die alone!

S: *Smiles*

Me: See I’m such a nice person and I definitely don’t deserve to die alone

S: Everyone dies alone.. its just that people fool themselves.

Me: I don’t wanna leave the world without a witness. That’s better?

S: Yes, that’s perfect!

Me: I’ll see you die.. I’ll watch you squirm with pain on the bed or even better, on the floor. I’ll watch you and smile with a glass of single malt on one hand and a joint on the other. I’d not take a sip, not a drag of my joint, I’d not miss this sight for anything on earth, not even the momentary pleasure of the bitter sweet liquid or the tar in my lungs. That’s how strong my promise is. I’ll not let you die unwitnessed and I’d do a pretty darn good job at that!

S: *pokerface*

emotions, rambles, randomness, Uncategorized

Riding the rainbow

Dissecting a perfect rainbow ablaze,
On a clear sky I’d otherwise found solace,
Pull it down, haul its tether,
Thread by thread, one colour from the other.

Melting pigments into my palette;
Monochromes fail to be true defiant.
For it wasn’t a bunch of hues in glut,
it was a human flesh and blood.

A knight in a shiny armour, a lore-
only she’s never seen one before.
Stabbing through with a sword adrift,
painting colours in her ashen crypt.

The red of the rainbow, fades the last.

rambles, randomness, Uncategorized

A solitary sunrise

Though this may not be the first sunrise she has witnessed in the new city, there was something magical about this particular dawn in the making.

Everything that looked dark and dismayed in the night, look bright and welcoming. The sun rose up a few degrees only to hide and snooze into the dark clouds. It seemed like the rain drops were out to do their jobs like some disciplined chores of a factory employee.

She stood there, lit the first cigarette of the day and looked at the golden lining behind the clouds which looked more mesmerising and magical than the silver linings of the past.

rambles, reality, Uncategorized

Sin Instance.

I had a crush on him, ever since the day we met, back in school. We were good friends, but at that moment he wanted me just as much as I did him. It was pouring rain and we were drenched to the skin. image He inched closer, I took a moment to think, and muttered, “Anything we do now will change our lives forever”. He paused and said, “So be it!” and brushed his lips against mine. There was so much to ponder upon but too less time to process, and with his breath warming my cheeks to a deep pink, too less a space to argue the right from wrong, the good from the bad and the want from the need. I reciprocated and kissed along side, half a decade of friendship swallowed in the rush of our lust. We parted ways. I took the love and the memory and he, the thrill!


* Image courtesy: some random girly things blog.

** Spoiler: not a real story.

emotions, love sick, randomness, Uncategorized


Love as a fantasy, as a bed full of roses, the butterflies and the mushiness are so passé and they better be, I’m almost quarter to a century now.

I came across a quote on a random someone’s page today, “Love rescues you from reality” it read. If it was a few months ago, I would have liked it, shared it or even tagged a bunch of other love sick people I know, tossed in half a dozen hash tags and topped it all with a “True that!” status update. Somehow, things are not the same anymore, may be I’ve seen too much, known too much or whatever be the case, I was tempted to contradict. To comment on that page would have been a disaster with almost the million hate messages and advice saying, “you might be going through love failure” and some on “how to fall in true love” etc., So here I am, expressing my way of looking at love and it’s ways.

“They talk about the love that rescues you from reality. I believe in the love that walks with me hand in hand through the reality of day today life. Down the crowded lane of work stress, the loud family market place, vengeful dark alleys of burglars and wafting smell of freshly brewed coffee in the neighbourhood street. Love is not about the butterflies that tickle you in your stomach, making you forget the reality. Love is that whiff of fresh air at home and those timeless moments gazing at the butterflies that dance around the flower pots in your balcony garden.”


an assignment?!?!

The angel of death called upon me to say

That it be my last stay on earth, today!

I wish I could go back in time, check on all my deeds,

To find out what I have lost in those mysterious woods as seeds,

Of time and of emotions, that I buried deep in the crevasse of my heart

Feeling bereft, I look forward to be nocturnal, and ready to depart.

Praying the darkness wouldn’t break off the woods for now,

So I could take all my time and count what that was, I strew.

Death was coming, and I sit here till its breaking dawn

But wait, there ain’t gonna be no more sun on my horizon!

While a tear drop roll down my cheek, reaching the back of my palm,

The sky cracks open, making it sparkle like a gem, in its flawless gleam,

I tried to pause, but my heart did not cease from its gallop

Brilliant light blinding my eyes, making my escape plans flop.

Million more sparkling stars cracked above my head, adding to the sepulchral light

i shut in, surrendering myself, to the world of nocturnal gloom, confining my sight.

Everything muted, so did my heart, I raised the curtain, yet hesitantly

To find her ever warming smile, greet me in peace, hospitality!

The angel eyes shine, tinted liquid gold, sparkling light in the darkness.

She says onto my ear, “Welcome home, Little Princess!” (Lil angel??)