Best Friends

Its all about

holding hands

And dancing in circles 

like little children in kindergarten trying to keep up 

With the increasing tempo of the song they sing, 

all in different notes, varying pitch, but in unison nonetheless 


If one trips

The rest slow down

So he can get back up,

Laughing it off like he meant it to happen

And the others join in while dancing together in circles again

Because that is what best friends do. 



Auron se kyun chupke rehta hai?

Deewaron ke peeche se jhaanke

Kyun mann hi mann tu rota hai?

Unko khulke hasta dekhke

Kya tera bhi jee karta hai?

Jab woh baarish mein naache jhoomke

Tu chhate ka bojh kyun uthaata hai?



To be or not to be

I can’t fathom this dichotomy

I don’t flip a coin

Options were never mine

Is there a yes to a no?

My highest is still low

I see mirrors not glass

Light hits but doesn’t pass

Doors close, none open

Heard everything, never spoken

Your path has forks

Both frequented roads

I dig a tunnel underneath

Looking for a way in between


Chicken Soup for My Soul

Wrapped up in warm fuzziness and reading perfectly normal literature, thank you very much.

Hot, milky tea with just the right amount of ginger, glazing my palate like raindrops on my bedside window.

Applying the same non-sticky moisturizer after a hot shower and smelling like myself again.

Cheese popcorn buckets and lemon mojitos remaining untouched till a movie starts.

Studying maths in the middle of the night for its beautifully simple coherence and knowing I won’t be graded for it.

Newly bought black nail paint gliding on my perfectly filed nails with James Bay in my room all to myself.

Watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine on repeat and seeing my Bakerstreet Boys in action.

Looking at the pristine white dome of the Gurudwara on my way to college and offering a silent prayer.

The truest thoughts of my introverted self stored anonymously on the World Wide Web.

A handful of people with whom I can live on a deserted island forever.

Meditating early in the morning like its the only thing that matters in life.






An Introvert’s Dilemma

I shushed the quiet me

For my silence was barking mad.

I needed to talk, to have an opinion

Even if it wasn’t essentially mine.

The noise will wake me up, I thought,

And my personality will open it’s eyes.

But I inwardly crave for the melody

Of a serendipitous lull in my head

That perfectly compliments the lyrics

Of a world within my heart

Telling me to observe

A beautiful outer universe

With sound-proofed wonder.

Nani ( Grandmother )

I still remember…

The familiar scent of your skin

That filled up my nostrils

When I entered your house

And my childhood refuge.

The veins on your hands and feet

Were like lines on a map

That led to a treasure

Of my childhood memories.

The needles and yarn

You sat with for hours

And used to knit while I watched

Were my childhood toys.

Those delicacies you made

Which nobody else could replicate

And the treats you never missed to send

Became my childhood favourites.

The colour of your hair

Changed from crimson to white

Like autumn gives way to winter

And my childhood came to an end.

Now I know why I miss my childhood.

Solitary Bliss

It was only when she was left alone,

Did she realise she was never lonely.

A mind with thoughts of just her own

Was calmer than it had ever been.

Her shadow kept her safe at night.

She struck conversations with her heart.

One hand held the other tight

And her favourite song was her laugh.