Creative Writing

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…

Riddhiculous memories

Disclaimer: This poem is written from a perspective of a five year old kid and how he sees a “Sunday” and feels for it. हफ्ते में दिन होते हैं सात पर अच्छा सिर्फ इतवार लगता है, मुझे हमेशा इसका इंतज़ार रहता है। पाप की छुट्टी, मम्मी का प्यार इस दिन…

Sitting amidst clutter and mess, I looked for my phone that beeped incessantly buried under heaps of worn sarees, paper bags, old books and diaries. When I finally managed to locate it, I realised it to be a message from an acquaintance I had befriended during a conference. She pinged…