Once in a lifetime


Lets live life,

Moment by moment,


Not in hours and days,

Neither weeks and months,

And never in years, definitely!


Centuries, you ask?

Oh but that is the best.

There is nothing finer,

Than living centuries.

But it must be done

In a single moment.


Centuries in a moment,

Never pass by.

I know I had spent

That moment with you.

And now you live it,

Every bit,

With someone else.


Yet, I have

My moment

with me.

Preserved forever,

For centuries.


A Toy


She was standing.  There was a stone beneath her feet. She and the stone were both composed of the same elements but in their own unique combination.

A little boy used to play with the stone. He considered it his property.  The girl was played by the society. The society considered her its property.

Same elements,  different combinations, same role.



20160311_044115All your life you’re told to look inside yourself. Well if not directly, then in some indirect way. Like for example, you are told to read books and you do that and end up learning about all the soul-searching. So years after that you somehow decide to do that,the soul-searching I mean.

You simply pause all the lalalalala going on inside your head,the dha dha dha in your heart and whatever thuk thuk thuk happening to your soul and there is silence. Everything is still, stopped, except your eyes! Your whole being gathers together as a pair of eyes and sets to observe your innermost self….your core! These eyes of yours do so, just like your worldly self goes to an art exhibition and examines everything, searching for something extremely interesting, thought provoking, shocking, even sad, in fact anything of substance!

But Alas!

There is not a single thing of…

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On Being Your Own Enemy

Beads of perspiration were visible on her forehead. It was not because of the heat as the room was fully air-conditioned. She was only nervous but then she always was! At least ever since her mother had left her to work at baji’s house. She was afraid of making any mistake, particularly today as there was some special party going on. She knew nothing about it. The only thing she knew was her intimidating baji and her wrath if she messed up.

Sakina, an 11 year old girl kept rubbing the furniture clean waiting to be called inside and be humiliated in front of all the bajis but it didn’t happen. She chanced a look inside the drawing room but nobody noticed her as every woman was busy shrieking, her baji being the loudest, Happy Women’s Day!

The Mirror Behind Me

I went to her once again,
To be counselled
and consoled,
I thought she would
This time
Help me
For I had put up
A good show

I covered the distance
of two miles
And met her with a smile

She looked at me
With her cold stare
And shrunken were
My insides

this moment
I had planned
For many years
From now
Yet I found myself
I admit with a bow!

Have you stopped doing it yet?
She asked and I was dazed
I could not bring myself to lie
Under that gruesome gaze

For the people
I still live and pretend
For them, I shall even die
I admitted with a sigh

I knew the battle
was lost again
For I heard her

Then go away
And never return
the life’s true purpose,
Fully dawns on you

To dwell
Or at least depart from here
For a very
genuine purport

I walked away
from that image again
After years of toil
I failed again

My back was turned
I could not see
But swear to God
I heard the shriek
A triumphant laugh
At my failure arose
From that
Mirror behind me

A Labyrinth


Beyond Sanity Publishing

‘Why are we standing in the rain?’ her friend asked her a little agitatedly. She had nothing to say to it because she had no idea why they were standing in the rain. It was a beautiful day. The rain had washed the dust off the trees, making the greens and the browns extremely vivid. The sky was in a different mood, changing shades and never settling for one.

She kept walking under the umbrella that her friend was holding for both of them. She was doing so more for the comfort of her friend than for herself. The rain had never bothered her. She liked all the dirt and water. She wanted to be a part of it all, a drop of rain, a leaf of a tree soaked with raindrops, a small part of a cloud pregnant with water, ready to empty itself or a speck of soil…

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The quest

In a single dimension,
I once dwelled
where everyone was in love
with their own poor selves.
They adored their flesh
and worshiped their blood

I was one step ahead of them all, for I longed to be
the master of the self
to conquer the inner me.

I in my quest,
Met my poor soul,
All tarnished
with a huge hole.

I had to make amends
to recompense for,
the previous attempts
that had damaged
the dear Soulless soul

I fought, it took time
the journey was full of bumps
a path laid with lumps

The destination hadn’t arrived
but the journey is now the life.