‘मेरी मीरा तुम’ is special because of all the good feedback I received on it when I first posted it on the blog. This flows with one central idea and somewhere along the line highlights the plight of women who bear what life dishes out to them without a rebellion.
She woke up feeling lost and her head hurt from previous night. It was just as much she could take. The pangs of pain on her bottom felt relatively easier to handle than the sharp stings she felt on the nape of her neck. He had been rough with her before but last night was …
Short and crisp, this was appreciated by a few before I even posted it formally. I went on to add a loose translation of the Hindi verse in English for the benefit of few who didn’t read Hindi.
This turned out to be impromptu for most of its part. I started with a verse and kept writing on in one stretch. Particularly like the idea of चाँद कुछ और सुलगा, नींद अभी नाराज़ है.
He gave her chills, scared the life out of her. He swerved and steered and controlled her being like no other. He tormented her, left bruises and made her heart wrench in pain. He would make her do things she didn’t even know existed. He could trace a single bead of sweat on her neck …
She looked out of the window. The Sun had not set as yet but the evening had already splashed the skies with a sharp violet tinge mixed with a fiery orange hue. The spring brought with it a strange breeze. The nights which were much cooler than the days mixed her thoughts into a heady …
I walked a fair distance today, raking up leaves strewn all over yesteryears. The silent Sun bore my witness as I crossed the railway tracks one more time to search for the lanky vagabond who I had last met there nearly two decades ago. I knew I will still find him there because there was …
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‘The Karwachauth’ is 100% fiction for a change and is not even remotely connected to any part of me. This comes of as a surprise to people specially when I tell them that this festival is not celebrated in my family at all. However, the backdrop of the festival has an instrumental role to play in the plot of this story. Recommended…
I take the more formal Hindi route with this one. “मैं केवट मेरा इतना ही संग, तारूँ सरिता, पखारूँ पाँव”
A letter to write is not really a translation to अनकही. I wrote these two separately and they were both waiting in the drafts when I noticed a similarity between the two and decided to post them together.
Abstract, fiction and written in first person like most of my other works, The Time Traveler goes where none of my stories have gone before.
It was actually few years before ‘तेरे बिन’ made it from my drafts to a post on my blog.
Heard this song from ‘Tera Kya Hoga Johnny’ recently and it kind of stuck. The song ‘शब को रोज़ ‘ had a lot of potential. The original lyrics had the following four stanzas to it. I found them intriguing enough to add my own verse and have included my extension here. Read on…
That inexplicable feeling – mildly romantic, slightly nostalgic brimming with emotions that are hard to put in words.
You must have heard of the concept of a black comedy or a satire. This one is more like a black romantic category. Don’t even ask me where and how I thought of the basic plot.
This was done after a considerable gap and I personally thought I was a little rusty to experiment with noir genre again after a long gap. Edgy, dark and slightly nightmarish…
Quick rhyme, angry and grey…
Bitter sweet and more like a rap song than anything else.
रंग और बहते थे, आसमान पर तब
जब तेरी, यादों का मौसम होता था…. Sigh….
With no rhyming scheme what so ever, this somehow got written on its own.
Yup, it happened for real, one rainy day.
Short, real short. A linear thoughts described as briefly as possible. I guess being verbose than this would have diluted the emotion. Let me know if you agree.
I never thought this would ever be completed. Perhaps still a little far from where I wanted this to be, it somehow scraped through and managed to make it to my blog.
More like a snippet than a story. Leaves scope for your imagination and buildup to the plot.
अधूरी तसवीरें जादू भरी होती हैं, नज़र मिले तो बे-रंग पटल पर सैंकड़ों कहानियाँ कह जाती हैं, नहीं तो प्रत्यक्ष से परे अपने भीतर सिमट जाती हैं. इन पंक्तियों में भी सिर्फ एक पल का सार है, गहन अभिव्यक्ति नहीं, कैनवास पर अनैच्छिक उभरी किसी रेखा की तरह, नज़र आये तो तस्वीर, नहीं तो महज लकीर…
Previously posted and still available on my blog ‘Random Cerebrations’ this was liked by almost everyone who came across it. Subtle and romantic I regard this as one of my better works.
I had posted it on my blog ‘Random Cerebrations’ and mentioned that ‘This is my poem. I wrote it’ and ‘I don’t care if it sucks’. I still stand by that comment.
Based on real life incident. People who find descriptions of gore distasteful are requested to skip this and advised to recite nursery rhymes for a while… I on the other hand shall keep dishing out tales like this because as I see it, real life often needs to be scraped off a shoe.”
This story comes to life following an incident in personal life. It is fiction for most part of it except for an underlying common theme. People who know me probably know that as well..For others, it still holds as a good romantic read.