Thursday, July 31, 2014

Delhi chhodne ka dil nahin karta

Aisa kya hai Delhi mein jo mujhe kheechke yahaan baar baar le aataa hai?
Delhi ne mujhe mere pyaar kee baahon mein khush dekhaa thaa aur aaj delhi kee imaaraton kee khaamoshee meree tanhaa zindagee par rotee hai. Main khush hoon ye dekhkar kee koee saath hasne waalee nahin toh kam se kam koee saath rone waalee toh hai...

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

My dearest doll, please tell the rain either, not to
touch me or, not to bring your sillage along with
it from that world to this world while touching
me...

A rose for his darling daughter

Every evening, he went home from office with a rose for his daughter. She always used to keep that rose on her bed and sleep peacefully. She left this world at the age of 9, but, her dad, still, every evening, goes from office to her grave with a rose for his daughter so that she can sleep peacefully...
On her ninth birthday, she asked her mom to get her the most beautiful doll of all time as her birthday gift. Her mom, therefore, gifted her a mirror...

Monday, July 28, 2014

I am so tired of dragging my
lonely life on and on that, now, I don't crave
for anyone's entry into my life, now, all I
crave for is my exit from this world...
I won't ever be alone. My puffs, my loneliness and the memories of my beautiful past will always be with me...

Sunday, July 27, 2014

My evenings, once lit by my friends are now lit by my cigarettes. Then, I wore a divine fragrance and now, I wear the fragrance of my puffs...

Friday, July 25, 2014

I am sorry for the proposal never
made, for the toast never raised, for the hands
never held, for the movies watched alone..I am
proud of the tequila nights, the pillow fights, the
friends made, the memories which won't ever fade,
the french songs, the photos clicked and the puffs
shared...
A girl's character is defined by
her promiscuity, not by her virginity...
The news of her pregnancy separated her from alcohol.
The news of her stillborn daughter united her with alcohol forever...
Pristine beauty, a beautiful heart
and a fucked up past. Au revoir ma vie she said
for the last time before committing suicide...

eshan colvinian: tere sapne mujhe is duniyaa se
us duniyaa mein jaane nahin dete..teraa us
duniyaa mein rehnaa mujhe is duniyaa mein rehne
nahin detaa..jo shaamein tere saath apnee lagteen
theen..tum bin wo shaamein lagteen hain
paraayee..tere saath guzree meree har raat thee
roshan..ab meree har tanhaa raat se roshni hai
roothee...

He converted her each and every
dream into reality including her dream of his
death...
Wo thee toh zindagee kaa apnee
hum har saal jashn manaate the..ab toh hum har
saal sirf shamaaon ko bujhaakar yaad karte hain
usko jo kabhee un shamaaon ko jalaayaa kartee
thee...

I always miss your divine innocence

you never hurt me till the last moment of your life
because you were always certain about this that
hurting me will literally break me...
My life was beautiful before you ran out of yours...
Each and every drop of rain, while
we were together, was beautiful. Now, we are a
world away from each other and each and every
drop of rain has been raped by a fucked up thing
called destiny...
She was happy with him till he lived and then, every night, the puffs of her cigarettes lulled her to sleep for the rest of her life...

Mom, dad and their darling daughter

He left this world when their daughter was a
month old. She brought their daughter up by
opting for prostitution after being rejected in all the
interviews and found solace in the fact that she
was not a virgin, anyway...
With tears in her eyes, she said goodbye to him for the last time. He would have certainly stopped her from crying if he would have been alive...

A beautiful love story of a dancer and a writer

They saw each other for the first time at a
coffeehouse. One tall cappuccino, he ordered.
She ordered one tall caffè latte. Just a table for
two was vacant at that time, therefore, they sat
together face to face that evening for the first
time. He initiated the conversation, hi, kush,
hello, shivani, she replied. Suddenly, their
phones rang at the same time. Both had the
same ringtone: The Holly and the Ivy. They
smiled at this coincidence, he, a little more than
her. Both pressed the red key in order to
disconnect the call. What do you do, he asked?I
am a dancer, she replied, you?I am a writer, he
replied. Its late, I have to go, its just 8 in the
evening, he said, yeah, but the place where I
live is not safe for girls after 7 in the evening,
she said. Then, I won't allow you to go home
alone, he said. Who the hell are you to stop me
from going home alone, she asked?I am just a
smoker, he said. Why the hell do you smoke,
she asked?who the hell are you to ask me
about it? Both smiled at this coincidence, this
time, she, a little more than him. Both of them
realized that they are in love and they proposed
to each other at the same time. Both smiled at
this coincidence equally, their destiny, a little
more than them. She licked off the milk of the
capuccino which was left on his lips. They
married each other and every evening they went
together to the same coffeehouse and she
always licked off the milk of the cappuccino
which was left on his lips. She left this world 3
months later. He never went to that coffeehouse
again and always cried for the rest of his life, a
little more than anyone ever. He, till the last
moment of his life, always missed all those
beautiful moments when she always used to
lick off the milk of the cappuccino from his lips
which he always left on his lips deliberately,
while they were together in this world...
Whenever a shot of tequila enters my body, then, the feeling which I have for the next 120 seconds is what I call euphoria...

Monday, July 14, 2014

A day before their marriage, she told him that she will marry him only if he will quit smoking from the day of their marriage till infinity, therefore, he left her at the altar...

Sunday, July 13, 2014

They met in Delhi's metro train for the first and the last time

Their eyes met for the first time. It was love at first sight. She wore the fragrance of a million roses, he, of a million cigarettes. She closed in the gap between them and proposed to him. His cancerous body compelled him to say no to her proposal...
In the seventh month of her first and last pregnancy, she continued to cry and they lifted him on four shoulders to begin the last journey of his life...

Friday, July 11, 2014

Love Led To Prostitution


Their ten years of friendship led to their
marriage..he tried his best to quit smoking but
he failed..his health continued to aggravate..on
their first marriage anniversary she told him
that she is pregnant..his cancerous body felt
great..on her twenty seventh birthday her
husband left this world and their daughter came
to this world..she smiled from one eye and cried
from another eye..she ran out of money..in
order to brought her daughter up she taught
english in a school..fifteen thousand rupees was
her monthly salary..she started to eat only once
in a day but still every month she ran out of
money..she sent her daughter to the best
school..whenever her daughter made any wish
she always sold her body..to see a smile on her
daughter's face every night she pretended to
enjoy sex..she happily persisted with
prostitution because it made her daughter
happy..on her fifteenth birthday she smoked for
the first time in front of her mother..her mother
tried her best to stop her from smoking but she
failed..after few months her daughter realized
her mistake and tried her best to quit smoking
but like her father she also failed..on her fourty
third birthday her sixteen year old daughter left
this world and she died a lonely death three
hours later...

My Life

A life full of misery has found such solace in
puffs that I no more crave for bliss...

French+English United Forever

This is the second tritina which
I have written:
French+English United Forever
It was their first day of college
He, a french expert, she, an english expert
Their friendship converted into love
Everyone in their college knew that they were in
love
They did everything together in the college
He ameliorated her french and she made him an
english expert
He got a job in mumbai of a french expert
Everything changed except their love
They always missed their college
He left his job of a french expert for his love
and married her in the campus of their college...

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

DESTINY

This is the first tritina which
I have written:
DESTINY
He was an mba and she was a whore
He worked in a bank, she, in a brothel
One day, while it rained, their destinies played
a divine game
Both of them, then, were unaware of this
divine game
He, for the first time, saw her and
immediately fell in love with that whore
She, too, did the same and forgot that they
were in a brothel
Their love story started from that brothel
Now, they understood that their destinies
have played a divine game
He left her at the altar because she was a
whore
Their destinies never again played any divine
game and that whore committed suicide in
that brothel...