Dressing Up Alone After Sex

Lie down! When did we reach here? Were we not sipping coffee a little while ago Were we not talking about chirping sparrows And how you like your coffee cold I remember running my finger through your locks Your nail drawing soothing map on my chest But when did we reach here? Protection? Who said […]

What Just-Being-You Feels Like

Without a phone in hand, or a book, or TV With nothing but myself, there I was Sitting under a fan in an empty room That housed no one but me I was looking at the ceiling A crack ran across the wall There was another around the door I sat there looking and tracing […]

When They Tell You They Want To Disappear

People often say, they wish to disappear; disappear from daily churn of life. But you know what? They mean it not. Read this short poem to find what they mean…

What I Learned From A Prostitute’s Son — A Reply And Further Musings

“All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.” ― Leo Tolstoy This is an eternal truth — one which I had believed since long. The greatest stories that I have read, one that have stayed with me, or the one’s that I have written, all have […]

The key that was never lost but I was!

“Hey! Do you have our room keys? I will reach tomorrow around 10 AM. I spoke with your friend, he told me it’s with you,” said the voice at other side of the call. “I don’t remember any key! Can you ask my friend where he has kept it if he had received any?” “He […]