To write about writing…

I’ve been scribbling for a while now. Not leading to much substance.

But that doesn’t mean one should stop trying. You keep writing anyway till it all starts making sense. You write to improve, for there are better writers than there are worse.
You write to prove, it’s good to remind yourself what you’re capable of. You write because it feels good anyway, well, at least eventually. Continue reading


Losing mis-direction

​”Pacing back and forth in a fit of rage. Losing a day’s sleep within a flip of a page.”

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Read between the lines

When I wake up I think of you.
When I sleep I’m worried about thinking of you in the morning.
When I forget about you I’m reminded. When I remember, I wish I had forgotten. Continue reading

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Happy Republic Day. 5/365 #365HaikuChallenge

A ‘guest’ could do,
what so many casualties couldn’t
Happy Republic.

Nope. 4/365 #365HaikuChallenge

I blog on wordpress
when i don’t, i am restless
I suck at haikus.

Un-healthy Relationship. 3/365 #365HaikuChallenge

What I love to eat…  Continue reading

*Yawns* 2/365 #365HaikuChallenge

Sleep is now secondary.
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‘The Beginning’ 1/365 #365HaikuChallenge

Do I write haikus?
Or do they write them themselves?
The challenge begins…

‘X’ marks the spot

He woke up the next morning, alone & in pain. With a headache and a faint memory, he set out again.

To look for what would complete him. So what if he couldn’t remember what it was? Some success-stories are made so by their sheer incompetence.

He was positive he’d find it. So he set out to do the inevitable, as written in children’s tales, and to do the unbelievable, if only his memory prevails.

He went to the place he spend his childhood in, where he dismissed more than he reminisced.

Then to the spot where he often went with his teen-hood sweetheart, found so little he could redefine zilch. Continue reading

somewhere in


She walked away holding the tears in her eyes. She wasn’t the one to cry. She’s the one whose shoulders have been drenched with tears of her dear ones. She is that pillar everyone longs for in their lives. And I managed to shake the foundation of that monument…

Her chin trembled as she looked at me, the last time she did, I believed then. She walked away with her face towards the ground, the same ground that we walked upon together.

Her smile had many-a-times been the highlight of my days. The same expression that Continue reading