I like to imagine it

Say, fancy it many times

There must be some days

When you are at work

Busy with your daily chores

Would come near the glass window

Of your cabin. 

And look towards the pointless sky

Eyes longing for a peep, stealing

Moments. Thinking of me

 by chance

And if I, from my department’s

Window, too, 

In a 2 min break, happen

 to look over the same pointless sky

Thinking of you

Those will be the eye contacts

You would never know we had


they happened, 

Without being insight

They happened

I would just smirk over the sky

Like I saw you waving a goodbye. 


My last one

Don’t look at me like that , please

Your sight scares me

Makes me weak, but I don’t wanna stop

I didn’t betrayed you. It’s just. . . . . . . 

Yes , I promised. 

 It will be only you, just you. You’ll be my last one, the special one.

And I feel so sorry for letting you down. 
I still remember your taste. And About tonight …just don’t let me going about that.

You were the best I ever had. 
And you still wonder why I betrayed you. 

Well it’s just life.

 Life tells  it’s gonna jab us but eventually lands a hook.

I know even my thousand sorry won’t be able to  get back the trust I just broke up. But I can’t change it. I . . . . . . 
*Doorbell range*

Sir, here’s your another Extra Cheese Chilli pepperoni Pizza. Have a good night. 
well , well…… I swear you’d be my last one. My special one.


Up there on the 15th floor, there is a caramine door. 

It is a strange kind of door, those with a strange keyhole. 

I once lost my way reading a scroll and landed up on that floor.

Was I supposed to look? The jury is still out on whether I should have. 

That was an uncanny time of my life. Half of my day spent brooding and other half wanking , tossing and chanting. It was only natural that out of curiosity i peeped through the keyhole. 

I think I had seen that girl before. Laila.

 I think her name was Laila.  I had seen her smoking weed and gulping vodka on the terrace. Her eyes depicted a Gothic image. Her dress would always print an impression on my mind. She was the perfect kinda girl your mom warns you about. 

When I peeped in, I think my stars were right on the place.  She wore the shortest dress she had. Or was she undressing?

 My pupil got bigger. It was a bit dark there, those supple soft hands were a sight to explore.

All my life’s painful work had led me up to this moment. A kinky culmination through the keyhole .

 I gasped , and it flew. 

Though it was only in that particular moment of ecstasy and clarity that I saw the butcher’s knife and a plastic in her hand. 

She was dragging someone by the hair , through the living room. A Corpse maybe… She was toppling over glass vases and bumping into chairs.  

It was only the moment of my greatest triumph that she bought down the knife and I let out a sigh.

She heard me , even looked me in the eye and smiled. Not an ordinary one , but a cocky smirk. 

The dripping blood,  the pouring DNA was a credible clue that an evil had happened , little I knew I was gonna pay for it.

 As I stood transfixed at the door , she threw the plastic on the floor.

She took the knife, tore her shorts. Removed her top, smacked it in her mouth 

Her smirk changed into a death stare.

Kajal of her eyes fells to her cheeks,  and before I knew what was happening, she stormed out of the door, leaving me with a gasp, she yelled MURDER

It’s been 20 years in this cell. 

I am still trying to convince the court about what I saw.

 But the police couldn’t find that KEYHOLE through the door of the 15th floor. 

War in a city

“Whats wrong with those people? Why are they always at war ? ” Two European seniors were conferring upon an article in their Sunday times.

 A beautiful day it was. A damn sunny morning. Peace was all they had.  Sitting on a bench near a lake, feeding bread crumbs to the fishes, not even so glad.

“Maybe those people don’t want to share oil among themselves”  stated one of them, cleaning his Harry Potter styled glasses.  

 They both gave a smirk and turned the page.  Getting more exciting by seeing a football match scorecard, irrelevant of their age.
Miles away… 

the war had left the city in ashes. Two countries in constant clashes. 

Buildings which were once offices and homes were now just a pile of concrete. The fire of the burning city was roaring like a red dragon fleet.

The night was dark and the future of its people, even darker. 

A 5yr old girl, who don’t even had a clue where did all her family flew?

 Why were these bombs raining from the sky which was supposed to pour water with cool breeze? She got no one to play no one to sneeze. 

Hiding under the bench near a lake which had turned red. Wishing she had her Bunny and her bed.

Fishes wriggling. Frogs crawling. Hoping this to end, Hoping for a peaceful morning.

Expecting a sunny Sunday morning to arrive. She closed her eyes.

All he needed

Years later, 

he was wandering in a mall, in the loud chaos he heard a voice from all 

A familiar voice sweeped down his leg, 

no more steps taken, layed like an egg

“Mommy” said a child hugging her.
She had changed 

Well not fully, her voice still had the charm to pause his world

She had gained weight though, her jeans turned to trousers 

All these were the secondary thoughts that came in his mind, his cerebrum was still recalling the last time he saw her
The last drink they had

The last chat he saved

The last hands they held

The last goodbye they bid,

The last day of the clg, they never promised to meet again, they never promised to greet again 

But they both knew the place they had, was never going to be filled again 

And here she was, a happy ,ever smiling face full of cheers, just like the old days

All he ever wanted was to see that smile on that pretty face
He woke up in the present by a call on his cell

Looking towards her, he reached down his pocket and cancelled the ring

He wanted to capture the most of the moment he was having with her

Reaching out for a piller as he hides behind,

 didn’t wanted to come in her sight or her mind

Watery eyes blocked his view

A thick drop of joy and memory slided through his cheeks

He never had the courage to step in her way that day, just keep her smiling was all he did pray
All those rides he took, for all those fights he stood 

He always knew she was all he needed.

Just because….

Just because you left doesn’t mean I wasn’t right 

Just because we aren’t ending up together doesn’t mean we aren’t soulmates

Just because we aren’t talking today doesn’t mean we don’t want to

Just because we don’t see eachother doesn’t mean we don’t care

Just because you are with someone doesn’t mean you forgot my touch

Just because you wanted a stable relationship doesn’t mean I wasn’t worth 

Just because you left doesn’t mean i wasn’t right
Just because you were rude doesn’t mean I would too

Just because time wasn’t in favour doesn’t mean it never was

Just because you couldn’t stay doesn’t mean you had to leave

Just because you ended up with a quite, stable , banker doesn’t mean you don’t miss the thrill of my boxing matches

Just because you set yourself free from me doesn’t mean your heart vacated me

Just because you left doesn’t mean I wasn’t right 

Perfect WE

Knock! Knock! 

Tried a lot to tap on your doors, leaving all my chores

Tried to express to impress, but maybe I was just being useless

Tried a lot to make things work, without being a jerk

I tried and tried to get you by my side

Maybe your gravity was too much, it was pulling me aside
Maybe if You could just be my gear then i’d be your ratio

Maybe you would be chords and i’d be your casio

Could walk a thousand mile for just your lil smile

Maybe we would just walk down the beach, holding hands out of everyone’s reach
Every time I thought I had you, I realise you are still miles apart

But maybe I was expecting snow in June, Baby was there no way we could tune ?
You could be rude to me, you could even swear upon me

Because all these things, all those moments were within me

I don’t even need you to think about you. That’s the beauty of it.

All those cold shoulders you showed, all those opinions you hold

You were just being you, and I am just me

Maybe we weren’t a Perfect we