O Harriet

An artist whose creative thirst you quenched with the quivering lips of passion,

Whose gory bits of soul lay splattered across the canvas of feelings


The ache is there but it has been buried,

So deep into the unconscious

The pseudo beliefs and stereotypes,

That brought me closer to reality,

The Window

The window saw him grow,
It saw him rise and fall.
It recognized his dreams,
Hoping for him to win it all.

It saw his morning prayers,
It saw his hopes and smiles

The Undefined Script

Being someone who has never left home even for a single night, it became extremely difficult for me to adjust in the new hostel life where I am not known and I know nobody. The thought of independence excited me always and not a single day in my life has gone without the enthralling thought about living on my own

How Will I Ever Get Out Of This Labyrinth?

At one juncture or another of our journey in this world we always find ourselves entrapped in the enigma we call life. Humans have not really decoded the true meaning of living, let alone the meaning of happy-living. But still somehow we have decided parameters for the same

Beyond Borders

While the entire nation was drenched in the happiness of freedom, the Western Province, including the State of Punjab, that was partitioned, was drenched in blood. The British gave us our land albeit broken and shattered. The people of Punjab, parts of Rajasthan and Gujarat were left in a lurch. They were homeless, they had no idea which land they belonged to

My Cup of Tea

I walked along the lonely street,

I could feel my future so bleak.

But then I got an accompanying treat,

Which again made my heart so weak.

The Outsider

I sit on top of a cliff and go through the events lined up for the day. Two groups are supposedly having an encounter sometime soon. This is no different from the countless other reports I have prepared earlier. I, RX-891 have been doing this duty for the past 900 years as per the human time-frame. Once I had a hunch that things might get better when humans tapped into sources of energy which we call ‘Zlata’ and humans refer to as ‘Electricity’.


She turned out to be a lady, calm and poised,

A lawyer by profession, who never hesitated to raise her voice.

The wounds were gone but the pain remained,

Deep inside the corner of her heart, that incident always stayed.

She gave a subtle smile whenever she visited her past…

The Food Diary

Looking towards life at a personal level, food has always had its own special way of showing me the light at the end of the tunnel, an indescribable euphoria, the transcendent feel of that first bite and the infinite need for more.

Lost in Oblivion

I am ready to take the pain of death which might be equal to hundreds of crabs biting a human body at once. But wait… I don’t want my soul to get lost here forever… what if…