Ankhon main saari raat jayegi...

Roadless walks, water with shrinking thoughts, and a cup of coffee, I was falling short of something I must call in a nutshell - 'self'.

Ab bas baithe, kuch shabd likhe aur unhe dekhti rahi. Doorse hawa tezi se meri owr badhi. Khule aasman se taare kuch pooch rahe the. Hum kuch waqt sawaal jawaab karne lage. Khushi se wo bhi tim tim karne lage. Kuch baadal taaron ke saath baith gaye.

Sab baatien garm si hone lagi. Tab darwaza main chaabi lagne ki aawaz ayi.

...Aur kuch, jo hum na keh sake, jo shabd likhkar kagaz par reh gaye

...Wo ek kadam se hum the, wo ek kadam se tum the

...Par aaj na kuch kehna, aur na kuch sunna hai

...Akhon main saari raat jayegi

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Going Ballistic

Chop Chop Chop!! "ruchi sssssssssssssssssshhhhh" "What?" "Umm...shhhh" "Well, okay. Whatever." ..and the Chop Chop Chop continues. I was too absorbed into my own thoughts to figure out where the "ssshhh"s have been coming from. For one, I was listening to music o full blast. Of course that meant the rest of the world can do whatever they want and I wouldn't care two hoots. "Say maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me..." I sing my way to annoy the "ssshhh" ing person. BAh! Although, apparently all of my actions and words were louder than usual, and more importantly, louder than necessary. For a couple of odd days, mom thought I had some hearing difficulties and this was my way of dealing with it. Heart-wreaking as it was, my colleagues seconded this, with a few attributing it to the constant music blast in my ears. So, crazy as it was getting, I resisted the opinions, that turned into judgemen...

Shelf of unread books

'Where to mister?" she yelled at me from a distance, loud enough for everyone to notice. "Hey, I'm not some kind of a thief, just looking around, grabbing a book to read. That's what they're meant for, right?" "Yea, if you pay for it!" "Of course, here." I paid for the stack of papers bound together in knots of tiny rounds, filled with words that were about to change my life. As I walked home, I was beaming with a sense of refreshment. I hadn't read a book in months, and calling myself an avid reader wasn't true anymore. It was a cold Saturday afternoon, and I was dreaming about a warm coffee in my balcony with my book. However, my footsteps had a different afternoon planned for me. "No, sir. Dalal Street is where I want to go. Could you help me?" I heard an unfamiliar accent from the corner of the street. "Seedha rasta hai" "What?" "It's straight from this turn, approximat...

Time to fly

The world it seems has varied emotions all sealed and packed in some magical box well, no one cares about 'emotional s***' they do try to show they care, nonetheless I want to find a place so secure so warm it would always make me feel so safe away from my ever squabbling brother from school, ever so demanding from friends, whom i loved from those whom i detest, and those i loved away from people who i know people who expect those who demand ask for responsibility yes, i shun it all People say i don't want to grow up If only someone could understand what I am ...why i am, the way it all is for me Someone who would want to know what is this place I keep talking about This fantasy, that world Dream about the days That wishful place Where there are none of the 7 sins nor is the Satanic 8 The 3 witches would just stay out of it and the plural forces, its none of your business. Its just getting scarier to be a part of this side of the world the one, all pain -striken not because...

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