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Then there was a time, in that hopeless place When I lay by your side, in your sweet embrace. Thinking about the future, thinking about the past. But never thinking how it would be, if that present won’t last. Then there was a moment, in that sacred place When I felt it was alright, it was god’s saving grace Seeing the world buzz by, surviving with everything at par But never feeling the feeling of you being afar Then there was a spark, in that enchanted place When I thought it was mine, your dazzling gaze Feeling your warmth, when your heart skipped a beat But never knowing how would I feel, if I were stripped off the heat Then there is this moment, of being incomplete and unsure Not knowing a saving grace, not having a shore When I realize what I had, when I took my life for granted But knowing I will never live, the life I loved and wanted Then there is this feeling, of being a man’s wife Knowing I can’t love him, still I have t

Dejected and distraught, she stomped on the marble floor, Not knowing what to feel, not knowing who to hold. Her love had disserted her, her friends had torn apart, She knew it was impossible, to mend her broken heart. She tried calling her mother, who never wanted her around, She picked up saying ‘I am busy’, her voice in a frown. ‘I need you mama.’ she said, breathless and in tears, ‘Go to your non-existent father, and recite him your fears.’  She decided to let go, of love, of hope, of life, She made her way to the kitchen, to the basket of knives. She picked up the metal sheet which would decide her failing fate, Tears streaming down her cheeks, her insides churning with hate. She was about to make that incision, about to set the pain free, When she felt a wet nudge, at the back of her knees. She looked down and saw, the scrawny brown dog, Who was staring back at her, his eyes an epilogue. She had rescued him this morning, from the fore

She looked into his eyes, and pulsated love. He looked at her body, and sensed lust. Was it different perspectives or just a misunderstood truth? She glowered at him, with fire in her eyes. Her dark locks beating against the wind, like snakes on Medusa's head. He said she needed him; she couldn't go on without him. He said she wouldn't survive, that she loved him too much. He said it with such confidence, such zeal. With a devious smile spread across his gorgeous face. He said it, expecting her to yield, expecting her to succumb. The look on his face sickened her.  Made her feel queasy, was she the reason this got so far? Was she the reason why this guy had the audacity to command her? Demand submission out of her? She closed her stinging eyes, he won’t get to her. Not this time, the fire in her was too strong, too powerful. It had been one year, it had been enough. ‘Enough’, her head told her. ‘Please, Sandra, just walk away.’ She sighed, clenched her fists and o

Elements It's a term so basic. Yet it may have many diverse meanings. It's open ended to perception. Anything can comprise of elements. May it be referring to someone's day, someone's life or our plain old periodic table. An element can be regarded as a part of just about everything. Here, let us talk about elements with respect to life.  If we draw a comparison between life and matter, we can easily assume the people in it as the compounds or molecules making up the matter. Similarly the emotions running the people can be regarded as the atoms or the building blocks of matter. All of these components can be regarded as elements. So in this equation, which element is the key to everything? Is it the people? the emotions running those people? Or is it life itself (Considering our life to be an element of the universe that is filled with a thousand different life forms)? I think the most important element is emotion. Nothing in life can run without emotions. No

LAWS OF ATTRACTION Every body today must have heard of 'the secret', may it be the movie or the book; it was a best seller. Well, has it ever made you wonder, does it really work that way? is the universe really working on giving us everything we want? do we all have the power of getting a "happily ever after" after all? or is it all just a load of bull crap? I mean think about it, there are tonnes of people in Bombay, dying to get a breakthrough in the bollywood industry. Like literally, dying. Sleeping on pavements, eating shitty food and living in rehabilitated buildings, paying crazy amounts of rent. Yet, despite all  their strife, most of them dilute away. Not even finding a space in the credit line at the end of a film, documentary or commercial. If the Law held true, wont everybody be a rockstar? Similarly, there are tonnes of people in Delhi trying to be entrepreneurs. May it be a textile shop, or an agency. They all start off with the undying faith that t

HER It’s a dark day, today. The birds didn’t chirp their melodious song; or maybe I just couldn’t register the melody. The sky, laden with dark clouds, was sending an ominous greeting. Making me shiver; in the most eerie manner. My car, trying to pave a way through the unyielding rain, seemed to resist every attempt I made at peddling it further into the day. ‘It’s not a good day’, I had said to myself, in bed,’ Just roll up and sleep. Don’t go today, skip!’ I had almost decided and commenced rejoicing the burning of a day from my calendar, when the phone rang. It was Ash, my colleague, my best friend, asking me what time will I reach office, our clients needed a review tomorrow, and we are suppose to close the final draft. I guess avoiding today, wasn’t going to happen today after all. I was lost, not on the road, but in direction, in thought processes, in life. He wasn’t here anymore. He wasn’t here to guide me. To help me feel at home, comforted, loved for in this world. He

The Voice on the phone. I am sitting on my bed, staring out the window. My room lit dimly, but my thoughts as bright as ever. Its 3 am and my parents are asleep. My brother still awake and lost, in the virtual world of sitcoms. Everything is fine, I tell myself. My life is sorted, at least to an outsider. I have all the comforts required to lead a decent living. My parents have provided me with the best of everything. I am blessed with a great family and all kind of friends; the good, the fake and the annoying.  I have absolutely everything a girl in her twenties can have, here. Except one thing; Him. I am not a girl who makes a relationship the heart of her life. I am logical, rational and practical. Really, I don’t believe in fairy tales and I hate flowers. I am not conventional. I am “hardcore”.  I am not scared of anything. I have always been in control of my emotions. I don’t go with the flow, I seldom obsess over things. I am always safe and secure. I hardly let anyone

Do you know how it is to be with you? to hold your hand, say i love you too? Do you know how it is to be your muse? to be the object of your affection, to let loose? Its like violins in a crowded street, Its like loosing yourself in the summer breeze, Its like feeling warm and gooey and sweet, Its like ice cold lemonade in excruciating heat. Do you know how I've been tonight? of how recently, everything has been a while? Its been a while since I've been down, Its been a while since I've frowned, Its been a while since I've been scared, of unknown demons and secrets shared. God knows, How you've changed me and healed my scars?! of how you've become my shooting star.. How you've held and guided my soul! Then fixed me up, you made me whole.. No thought i get that isn't about you, No feelings i get that are unsure or untrue, In the shadows during those dark nights and days you've been my silver lining, my care