Red blood in place of a new red dress

All he wanted from her for his birthday was to put on a new red dress and wait for him. She was unable to afford it. When he came back, he saw her lifeless body adorned with her blood waiting for him. The colour of blood is also red, so, if not her new red dress, then, her red blood will certainly make him happy was what she thought before committing suicide...

Isse pehle kee main meree is tanhaa hayat ko alvidaa kahoon

Mere zoon aaj aakhree baar is tanhaa shab ko bazm banaade,
Mujhe tu tujhmein uskaa deedaar karaade.
Jo nahin hai ab is duniyaa mein tu use aaj mujhe falak pe dikhaade,
Ustak aaj tu uske is yaar kaa pyaar pahuchaade...

Sweaters

Every year, she still knits sweaters for her daughter in order to keep her warm in the ruthless months of winter. Afterall, how can a mother's love for her daughter ever reduce, how can she ever stop doing something which she is doing from the moment she knew about her pregnancy and how can she ever accept this fact that her daughter is dead while she is alive?...

2013 was her annus mirabilis

On the first of january, 2013, she, while enjoying her favourite coffee at her favourite coffeehouse, saw him for the first time. It was love at first sight. Within a week, she proposed to him and he said yes. On the 31st of january, they got married and on the 7th of february they went to paris for their honeymoon. On the first of december, she gave birth to twin daughters. She named them priya and shivani on the 7th of december. On the first of january, 2014, he met with a fatal accident. Anyway, 2013 was her annus mirabilis and this is what she has found solace in since then...

My Life

My life would have been beautiful if it would have been like a cigarette. After my current cigarette runs out of puffs, I close my eyes for a moment and light a new one and the puffs are mine again. Similarly, i wished that after closing my eyes for a moment, may my friends return from that world to this world forever.
My life would have been beautiful only if it would have been possible...

Pashmina Nights

I still crave for those beautiful nights in which we used to be wrapped in a black pashmina shawl and write verses of our divine love on each other's lips without ever running out of words...

My Dehradun

Bunked classes, divine friends and shared puffs remind me of my two glorious years in dehradun. Dehradun, a place where maggi is in abundance and roads are often embellished with rain. I am craving to live that life once more in order to be certain that, it was not just a beautiful dream, it really happened in my life. There are few things in this mortal world for which no matter how much I crave, won't ever be mine again. Dehradun is one such thing...