A Fable Of Dreams

Wordsmith’s Match “ Hum Toh Sirf aashiq thee, naa Jaane kB yeh aashiqee: fitoor Mein Badal gyee!” Dearest نور‎‎ , Once again, I have started the thing you hate. Once again, I broke the vow. Sorry نور,‎‎ but it seems as if the fact of pretending who I ain’t have started to wither. The whole “ Deceptive ” thing struck back. I don’t know why but often I miss you. I miss your company. I don’t know for how long the whole “I need a break” thing will last but gradually the thoughts have started to take a toll. At times, I sit down alone staring at the moon and portray you in the creamy mass but what will I do at the night of no moon? The thoughts of not finding you beside me on that day; surely gonna kill me and it seems the process has initiated. My life has come to a stage, where ever and whenever I see you نور‎‎ with someone else, there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline that goes through my vein. What do you think, I haven’t seen you with the other guy, a few days ago? Though I...

"Kalyug baitha maar kundali, jaaun toh main kahaan jaaun, ab har ghar mein Raavana baitha, itne Ram kahaan se laaun." As a kid, whenever my dad played this song on his classic stereoset I often feared, there is this monstrous creature who will rob each one of us,if we didn't burn him. #SuperstitiousBeliefs vs #Reality - haunted for the major part of my life. Yesterday, I and 1000+ people witnessed the murder of "Warrior of Lanka". With bursting crackers and smoky sky, few drunkards started staring and teasing the girls- No the girls weren't wearing "Short Dresses"!(pun intended) Others were busy rolling O.C.B sheets and crushing marijuana in the name of "Mahadeva"- Jai Shiv Shambhu! A few frustrated bunch of people gave middle finger salute to folk artists while others recited 'shloks' for changing the song- those "maa-behen comments are common these days!" Aren't they? Among them, a group of "high" peopl...

"She was like a mirror, too fragile to handle but still helps to reflect till her last shattered piece mixes with sand dust!" Yes, you read it right. She was too fragile to handle. But she was the one who was around me during all the tough times. Maybe we belong to a different community or culture but she understood me more than the one who classifies under the same banner as 'I'. She was someone special! No, not a lover she was. She was the one who always cared the most. A kind of true friend.The one you find in a lifetime or more. Maybe she was confused with someone else but a true 'girl   friend' she is. See, I left a space between that word and I really meant that. Space I left here, ain't a stereotype but a space that is to be filled when I gonna realise that finally, I could pay her debt. The debt for being so supportive and caring towards me.A kind of best protagonist type from a happy ending Bollywood movie where good triumphs over evil....