Creative Writing

secrets poem riddhiculous

He told me a secret once, to never keep a secret. He warned me, to never unravel, reveal or share, his and ours secret. I never did understand him then, I do not understand him now either. What is a secret? A dream locked in a box or a rejection…

She

  She wriggled at his touch the same touch, that once ignited fire inside her… Now, burnt her very being. He was the same man or wasn’t he?

hai ya nahi. ridiculous

रंग हैं  रंगों की बहार नहीं… फूल हैं फूलों की महक नहीं … शब्द हैं   शब्दों की आवाज़ नहीं… अक्स है  अक्स की  पहचान नहीं … साथ हैं साथ होने का   एहसास नहीं .. तुम हो मैं हूँ हमारा प्यार नहीं …  

strawberrylicious

Do you know the feeling you get when you eat a strawberry candy filled with strawberry juice? The way it fills your senses, the moment it bursts, and then melts, leaving your taste buds tangy and the tongue- ‘reddish or dark pink’. The way it fills your senses, the moment…

Follow me poetry women

With a push of your hand, you want me to follow you. Because you think, “I should” Without any qualms or debate Without raising any doubts. I will follow you on the promises of a brighter morrow. Not for the social rules that are rigid and hollow. With a disgruntled…

Credit: Sharifotography

The Mumbai locals are the hub to all Indian festivals.  During Navratri, you can see a proper dress code for nine days, followed by men and women according to the colour-of-the-day. During Diwali, you might see the trains decorated and covered in frills and flowers. While, Eid fills your life…