What if I told you that 

sometimes,
I get dreams of other men
I see faces of them
their bodies, Lying by my side

sometimes,
I wonder, In your love
How can I reserve it, 
Just for you

When from the inside
I feel like
Making love to everyone

But without you,
there will be no other men
or women

It is a deserted place
My heart.

I did not light a diya

I did not make rangolis

I did not cook sweets

I did not exchange smiles

I did not wear new clothes

Or even burst few crackers

No excuses

I just didn't feel like it

But I am happy

Please remind me of my misery.

Sounds Familyar

A lunch made with love

Will be eaten in a lull.

“I was missing you

In the farm

Near the water reservoir

On the terrace

In the front-yard

Near the temple

While flying a kite”

“Why? Was I not with you?

I was hiding behind the tree”

High alert in Ahmedabad today

It is Woman’s Day as well

1st day of my periods

And the kitchen sink is clogged

Damn it!

So I’m off to Irani

It is 9:30 pm

Infested with men

I’m alone

And dressed in red.

My love is away

My friends are busy

No one for me

But these lingering eyes.. plenty!

ALERT!

3% says my phone

‘Battery about to die’

And so am I?

Half plate anda keema

Half plate bun maska

Aur do chai

Complimentary

Was the mood swing, perhaps

@ the MASTER Watch Centre

The man tells me a tale

Of a rat-bite

Right behind me,  is the Gutter.

420 Rupees, was the injection!

My eyes traced his rings meanwhile

Gold Gold Blue Green

See the swelling!?

See that cut!?

That scratch of a second

Oh! My finger, he cried

Litres of blood oozed away

In that half an hour

(Tell me about it, I said)

If you want the cell

To last longer

That will be 60 Rupees

For 3 to 4 months

it will cost 30 Rupees

Better go to Titan

And for a 110 bucks

My cell Shall Last Forever?

Beyond me?

You see, I am beyond repair

In life, unprepared.

He waited

As I estimated

How long will I last indeed

So I can get the Value For Money.

A police van takes off

Across the street

What if a bomb exploded

Right here

Killing me

I recall his lovely laughter

Slightly a moment after

I get inside an auto

And ask for Paldi

Battery Empty

Said my phone

And died

I wonder what time is it..

घर मे हुँ
गहराई मे हुँ
तुम्हारी आवाज़ कट रही है
और दिन भी कट रहे हैं|

A passenger boards
my train of thoughts
every single day
with his reserved ticket

it feels awful to 
drop him off
and I have to run back on time
else I'll lose my track

then will the passenger
ever come back?!

or will my train of thoughts
turn into a baggage counter
one, two, three of sorts
unclaimed brief cases of lots

as reminders of 
what's forgot.