Barfi

The world is very beautiful they say,

A father and a mother pick you up all day.

If I were born, my birthday would have been in May,

Could have given a Laddu instead of a Barfi, but nay.

A cup, A plate, A stove, A barbie,

A brotherly hand on my head, eyes ever looking for a Darcy.

Had I breathed, Ma would have named me Jahnvi,

Braids or a Pixie, all she could have allowed me.

37 and a 28 thousand would make 65, I could have told,

Sin upon Cos is Tan, I would have wrote.

Might have traveled space, or a business shrewd,

Poetry could have been nice too, that I guess I already proved.

Oh, Meet my Daughter, you could have said,

Sad that Blood was my fate, wished at least you buried me dead.

Sleepless nights, endless hick-ups, breathless mornings,

Father o Father am in debt, at least pay her those borrowings.

Will you ever regret, some nine years might tell,

Seven heavens bless my Brother, may He never yell.

I had then formed, just one hand, something you never knew,

Friends here call me special, said am just a few.

Its better, soon I realized after you did the deed,

One will be enough to hold mother here, the other I would never need. 

Purple Orchids

They say love never dies. It has no limits. Had Love attained a definition some lives could have been a lot much easier.  But there isn't.  It just happens. The cracks in your soul make the pathway to your solace and solace is what people like Shanaya wander for. 

Tiny, average looking young lady in her twenties had lost all trust and hopes on the existence of true love. She was a nurse at a famous physiologist.. Father’s dream and mother’s medicines is what pushed her into the life, she was never made for. Every day was the same until one day, when He came. Doctors running here and there, there was an emergency. They would put their best saving the last member of Raichand family. Yes, the Raichand’s. It was him. They did save him but could not prevent destiny slipping him into coma. His face taking third degree burns had enflamed Adaan’s dream of acting, carrying forward his father’s legacy. He could now never live Like father Like son. This patient was now given to Shanaya. It was her first time with such a case. What pulled her more was the vain, how this body used to look like and how it looks like, now. What this body had wanted to be and what it would be now. The relativity would strike her deep into the thoughts. She would often pick his white bluish hands to see if he moves. Days kept passing; her assignment was no more just an assignment. She would often sleep aside his shoulder, blowing air on his burns.  She would say things to him, tell him, her favourite colour, her favourite food, her favourite novels and often read them out to him. She would be regular in changing the purple orchids of his vase. Who knows, he could have any of them favourite too. She would comb his hair, change his clothes, she would do it all. Maybe this soul had found a body to live in. She had dreamt of proposing him by now. How long can someone pull a one sided conversation, she pulled it all day, all 78 days. 

They did say love never dies, but they didn't say happiness won’t last forever. The windy day started with a pale hand pulling Shanaya’s fingers while she was asleep on the floor. Opening her eyes up, she was in tears, in screams, in calls of names of all the doctors. They came running and rushed Adaan to the ICU. She ran after them but was not allowed inside, she wasn't sanitized. That was not just a rule. That was destiny. “Had you allowed me in, we could have saved him!” was the roar heard minutes later. The reply was even louder, not to the ears but to her heart. Adaan had been out of Coma two days ago, but he knew he won’t make it. He never wanted the doctors to give her a hope.

Today I see Shanaya with a little angel, praying at Adaan’s grave and I wonder why this little girl plucks a flower from his grave every time she comes here, that too a purple orchid.

Up In the Sky

Sometimes I think, Sometimes I read.

Sometimes I walk, Sometimes I run.

Sometimes I see, Sometimes I do.

Sometimes I feel alone without you.

Be it your eyes, Be it your face,

Be it the last bench or that rain,,

Telling you, there has been a big loss yet no gain….                

May you go, May you stay,

May you keep coming in my way,

“Does it still bother you?” is the question I want to sayyy..

Up in the sky, is the thought of our hive,

See, how your Sia has torn my Asad’s kite.

Wish we had thought a little more,

Had it filled, now my bore.

Sad are you, Sad is me,

Love and Trust was the given recipe..

Up in the sky, is the thought of our hive,

See, how my Asad, has pushed your Sia aside.

Neither have you, nor have I changed,

Still this tick tock seems strange.

Hiding that pain is our job,

Like singers dancing in a mob.

Let it go, Let them know.

Think! Who is friend, Who is foe?

Cuz I can’t bear you playing me like this…

Up in the sky, is the thought of our hive,

See how our kids are still tangled in that fight.

A bird from Paradise

Once i had a bird from paradise, that justified well its name,

Sat in the mornings, silent on the window pane.

Woke me up, with its knock,

Sounded like that old cuckoo clock.

Stared with obsession all the day,

Never understood, what was its way?

Stayed there through out the time,

Off the water, off the lime.

The melodious chirrups that it made,

Like it asked, how was your day?

Listened to me with perfection,

Then why do folks say, it was just an affection.

Alphonso-Gelato were its taste,

Couldn't arrange all in haste.

Midnight awakening, due to its nightmare,

Looking for her father, like in the kite fare.

And those psychological tests it took,

"OH MY GOD!" it read my look.


And the day, a man came,

With a stern look, a strange name.

Took the flight, as my companion,

Sat on the shoulder of that comedian.

Thought it would smother me,

But didn't even crawl for me.


Sleepless nights, endless days,

Hick ups, sneezes and the colors fade..........

Short Starter: Being Drake

I know you are broken, I know you are tired
I know its tough trusting again, yeah you are wired.
They pretended, and brought you here,
Moved away and hurt you there.
Love is all shit, said you lost your faith,
That OVO and XO is all you believe in, mate.
You laugh at love stories, you call them fake,
Then what about those princess diaries, for God's sake.
How do I get you up is all I think,
Let it be not me, just need that wink.
Look up, Run, Take off into the sky,
Life, its not me proposing, told you am shy.
Smile a little, a little more, yea please a little more..
Guys look!!! we brought her to shore...