Of imperfections and love

Love! An allusion of perfection or an illusion? Well perfection is overrated. Good on paper, on screens and in get-togethers. But does love ever reach the compliance of the norms of perfection? For that we must know perfection is not a definable entity that can be generalised. Not for me. Call me imperfect and I... Continue Reading →

Beautiful things on the way…!

On our visit to Dayara Bugyal, we rode our bike from Delhi to Raithal (the goat village). As we were crossing Mussoorie, the sun had went down and then we rode in the dark for a few more hours and took a halt in Chinyalisour. This is a little village at the foot of Uttarkashi.... Continue Reading →

Room full of roses!

Can love ever suffocate someone? How can something, so desired, so deeply sought by every mortal man and woman be a reason to choke someone enough to squeeze them out of a relationship. A room full of roses might not feel good one day as you open the door, the deep sunken tragedy of a... Continue Reading →

The Muse

"Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the form complete is worthier far." -Walt Whitman   A very conspicuous trait that we, the people born in a democratic nations show, is the tendency to see the world as a homogenized society of equals living in harmony.  But then again, this perspective is... Continue Reading →

Oh Love!

Oh love! ............... What brought you to me? I am but a solitary dweller Humming and buzzing Songs of nothingness Devoid of everything ............. What led you to this way? You are now nowhere With no one but you For I only can collide With you and pass through ............ Why did you come here?... Continue Reading →

World Mental Heath day 2017

Because you know what will remain? YOU And you know what counts? YOU And you know what tops everytime you make a list of important things? YOU I have been there, weeping my nights out, wrapped up in the corner of the room, thinking of all that I could have built with someone had he... Continue Reading →

Dreams of a Dream

From the crevices of an old ceiling the sunlight peeped onto the floor. There were white outlines marking the evaporated water that might have spilled from the broken pot. The paint on the walls was scratched and peeled at places. But the door was always closed. What could have caused such a destruction? I woke... Continue Reading →

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