I keep gravitating... sometimes in soft curves, sometimes in sharp angles- propelling myself on automode towards the siren's call.
Call it magnetism or democracy,
My endless sojourn starts from, comes to rests at and restarts for
YOU-
He was my ex from a decade ago.
I wonder why
That face is so similar
To my girlfriend's.
Siblings?!-
Dear Ma ke Haath Ki Banayi Roti,
You were there for me all my along my childhood. Accompanying dal or achar... when I did well in something, Ma'd bring you clad in a sheen of ghee. I never liked the ghee though...
I never regarded you as something exclusive...
Used to be crazy for pepperoni pizza and biryani... kind of always.
My hostel days were initially filled with nightmares of rotis...
They often felt like anything between a torn piece of stone-washed denim to small wooden frisbee disk in my tongue.
My cheeks used to bleed sometimes by their assault... But then I was a stubborn brat who refused to acknowledge your simplicity.
We took to ordering in, when later I shifted to the P.G: Biryani,Bhature,Chowmien... Soon our food expenses started eating our pockets. Along with the food, 'Pudin Hara' became a constant side dish.
I got my job and started living on my own. To cut down expenses, I thought about cooking my food myself...
My expeditions used to start at the kitchen and end up at bottles of Savlon and tubes of Burnol. Of late I've switched to sandwiches.
My dear Ma ke Haath Ki Banayi Roti,
I long for you...
Take care,
I love you.
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Ronita,
I miss the way the house smells
when you are there.
Wish you were...-
An old couple walking hand in hand.
Or a baby's toothless smile
Or tears that well up in the eyes
recounting a happy while.
The reunion
of the favourite dog-eared book
with a coffee mug half full...
and
the clattering rain on the window pane
Or
the morning since when
Cricket, Tennis, Soccer or music
matches
Are the only religious wars fought
to save lives,
and laughter.
Or the day
Where you
can be you
Without fear
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Don't want to sound
Like an old wife
Disgruntled with her life!-
Trapped inside her heart
some letters bubbled for light
She walked...
Ahead.-
come to believe that
When God's off duty,he can't help.
Parents are grownup babies who make mistakes. Often.
Judgemental people wear "Equality" and "Care" and "Fraternity" as their wig.
Politics is all about how to avoid doing the right thing at the right time.
Deaths don't affect anyone.
There ARE people who value books before looks.
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