The Designated Doorbell

Wearing a wide smile, I ring the doorbell. Your doorbell. You open the door. You see me and smile back, maintaining the balance. I see the glare in your eyes which tempts me yet tells me to do my job. So, I do. I deliver your letter. Also, I tip myself with a longer standstill …

Souls, almost.

I sit and play the cello. Your cello. Like you did, or maybe almost in the rocking chair, which is covered in white leather And peace. I play the melody A sad tune, this time. Or maybe like always. I light a cigarette, then fill my glass with the old monk Like the classics. And …

All Black

"It's all black." I whispered to myself. It was 3 in the night and I was the only company for myself to enjoy, or not. So I did not. Before settling with this lonely miserable scenario, I referred to my contact list with a pale hope of finding a number to dial, or maybe text. …

Remembering Kishore Kumar

Dear Kishore Da, 89 years ago, on this gorgeous day, you came into this world with a voice that was destined to be heard. But back then, I wasn't there. Neither was I there when you left us. But despite your physical absence, we had met. And it was an incredible story. Well, you might …

Not In Love

I would have begun by saying how beautiful you were and how sassy you seemed to me the first time we met, but let's kill the clichés, shall we? The artistry of the randomness when two strangers meet is both unconventional and inevitable. And in both aspects, you were a firestone who had expelled me …

The Sun I See

For long and old, with parallel visions, I saw. You were there all along, in subtle ways and sudden storms, in no colors, but black and white but as you were, both dark and bright, yet always the same, beautiful. You weren't the moon, nor the star, but only a lie, an illusion of magnificence, …

The 2 AM Glory

It's 2 am and I write, again. Not for you, not for me, but for the eyes that seek it. I'm not drunk-writing this either, like an assumption you might make. This is the 2 am script in which a slept soul solemnly speaks sober to another one. It swims across the lands that feel …

The Comic Rebuild

Indian cinema and Indian television are both sectors which have flown down and gradually wrecked synonymously over the years. The standards and the quality of the scripts of the new Bollywood movies or TV serials are rarely intriguing and hardly manage to catch the eye if you're searching for a substantial script. Though one of …

A Creation Out of Necessity

Dear lost god, It's time we tell and say it loud, The world you imagined, is shredded into pieces For humans don't exist anymore,  And "human" is rather just an undeserved title. We're now being ruled by shame and terror, The unity we had has now been torn. The evils we feared are ruling our …

The Book and the World

Dear World, As I see through the windows of the shelves you’ve kept me in, you’ve changed. I see that you need me less now, for you’ve made friends of your own. I see you’ve grown, you’ve grown to be what I pictured you to be. But in spite of the wonders you’re doing, is …