The Storm



I stayed away from the pen,
I shunned all the books,
Stopped feeding my demons,
Dying each day in their fire.

I picked myself up,
And took one day at a time,
My blood gushed with resolve,
To lament no more.

I shed my tired skin,
Let go of the excess baggage,
Gave life a fair shot,
And welcomed the new dawn.

Mythical blessings were nowhere,
None of the delusional lies,
I fell in love with my present,
In spite of all the spite.

A year has since passed,
That girl is long gone,
A woman pens this down instead,
Enlightened after the storm.

And Just Maybe…

Every so often you come and sit right in the middle of my mind. Every so often, I can only see every single moment I ever spent with you. Every so often I feel weak. Troubled. Tormented and harassed. Every so often. Every time I turn around I see a reminder of what I’ve lived through. Every time I see a boy and a girl walking together I see us. Or what used to be. Every time I drive down that street, I remember the conversation. I remember what I was to you and I’m sorry. Sorry that I was alive in a story that existed only in my head. Where you have taken up too much space for far too long. Its been a year since the masks fell. Its been a year of dragged steps towards a haunted healing and a haunted life. A year where I took two steps forwards and four steps back. Every so often, I feel sorry. I feel sorry for you and sorry for me. I feel sorry for all that couldn’t be. Maybe its a story of two different people, not us. Maybe its all just a story conjured in my head. Maybe. Maybe I was meant to be without you from the very first. Maybe,  just maybe, you were right. Maybe I’m the best that I could be, without you.

My Audi and I.

Life is all about expectation. Admit it. It’s human nature to let expectations build within each and every relationship and every situation. Of course, discipline and age can teach you to grow out of it. When someone comes along and gives you the most precious gifts without you having the slightest clue, it makes life a more beautiful and exciting place. And that is a testament to how lovely life really is without the excess baggage of expectations weighing you down.

Audi, I loved this little surprise. More than words, it’s a lesson for me. I’ve learned the true art of giving and loving unconditionally from you. What it means to be a,”sister from another mister”, is something that i have understood now.

This is just too cute for me to not share with the world, and thanks for letting me do what i like with it. :).

Snigdha Sinha, thank you for this and everything else. Thanks for taking me along on your one way street 🙂


Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived a girl, in a land, not so far away, she was young and brave and with a heart, that had just come back from exile. The girl was mysterious, because everything about her was not what the other person would think in the first go.

While she looked grown up, she was a child at heart. While she looked bullet proof, she was hurt by a word. While she looked like she wasn’t paying attention, she was actually listening to you deeply. While she looked tall, sometimes she just wished for a hug that would make her feel tiny. While she looked happy alone, all she wanted was a companion. While she said gave strength to others, she cried because of a broken heart. While she looked  like she had healed, she  was dressing her wounds. While she was talking about everything under the sun, she was actually running away from one little thing. While she looked like she wanted a million stars, she just wanted to watch them with someone. While she looked in-control, two oceans were churning inside her.

She was also the kind who did not let anyone enter “her world” very easily. It took time and patience to know the girl, and the efforts were well worth it. When you got to know her, you would run your thoughts back to when you met her ,for the first time ,and  would question, was the girl I met back then, the same one?  Well of course she is, the one I met first was the wrapper, this one is the gift. This was the surprise element about her. She was ever-changing. She was a wanderer.

She had seen years that were not fair at all. It was brutal, she thought it was never going to go away, it took sometime to pick the pieces, there were just so many, but she bounced back like she’d never fallen. It wasn’t in her nature to share a problem and hence most of her battles were fought alone. While the ghosts of the past always tried to trap her, she’d  finally learnt to leave them behind in the race for happiness.

She was young and her dreams were big, but if you really knew her, you’d know that she didn’t really want the whole world, just a tiny place, where she should feel like she belonged.

I wish the girl to stay different. So I would always be able to spot her in a second, no matter how large the crowd is. I wish the girl strength, to follow her heart. And I wish the girl love, because she deserves all that there is.

This is the story of a girl I know. You’d be lucky if you know her too.