​I fear someday my breath will cease

Before my eyes turn pale and heart stops screaming 

Before I recall her who left me with no peace 

For whom I renounced earthly feelings 

That day I will turn up to our memories 

Which preserves our moments, laughs and screams

Lift my pen for the last time to write 100 stories 

Thanking you, For helping me awaken my lost dreams


I wish I could borrow some time from time 

And spend each grain of it with you beauties 
I fear someday you may read this 

And if you did, do consider it was for meant for you 

All the stories, my love , adoration and caring kiss 

My life can cease but never will my words 

So if you ever miss, do read and feel this

My 100 stories , love , adoration and caring kiss…


The Unseen

He always looked at her from the frosted glass and could never see her face clear. He always imagined how beautiful her soul can be and how beautiful her persona, though she never revealed her true face or say she never intended to. Maybe she had no trust in him, or maybe something powerful kept her holding back. Something powerful, that can destroy the existence of their love.
Collaboration is always of souls when in love. Great lovers and stories might not have the perfect ending, but that is what makes us know more about them, they always survive and always will in future.
It’s not about the end but the journey which lives forever….

The week India won two Medals.

The week India won medals at Rio Olympics 2016
Nothing much changed
People were still tweeting shit
And Salman Khan’s movie Sultan was still running in theaters
That week emerged two new Heroes..
Sorry.. Two Heroines.
Sakshi Malik  and PV Sindhu
Winning individual medals and making us proud in this age of super heroes.
The week Indian won two medals
My neighbor’s daughter chose to become a wrestler
And suddenly badminton became the new cricket in our colony
Now becoming doctor and Engineer was not on their priority list, which gave their parents heart attacks.
Many boys found their crush and man their love in those beautiful ladies
And for a break media channels had something meaningful to broadcast on their News/ Paid Debate Channel.
The week India won two medals
Shoba de was still twitting her frustration
Because no media gave her publicity for her page3 party selfies and past tweets.
A Man called Ram Gopal Verma emerged from past, whom I last saw on a recee at Hotel Taj, just few days after 26/11.
He tweeted criticizing the celebration of athletes for just winning two medals in this populated country.
I guess he has a point,
His movie RGV ke AAG had more success than our Olympic campaign.
There were few more outsiders who took an effort to eye on our plate then trying to fix theirs.
Mate! No one gives a fuck about you.
The week India won two medals
Many still appreciated,
Baluchistan was still Baluchistan
And Pakistan were still dreaming about Kashmir
Man tried and defended their ego as those two women created history
Inspired millions earned billions and made unknown people famous on twitter.
That week many things changed yet nothing changed.


No act can change the course of history
If only the words used then were fine
Gone is the past forged in the memories
I meet all heroes and villains cribbing over this before every sunshine

The unsung tale of Meera and Shaurya

Meera and Shaurya

Meera is locked in a dark room with a window so small that she can hardly breathe. Her parents are against the fact that she loves Shaurya, he who comes from a different religion and tradition. They fear as time pass, she will fly aloft to him leaving them behind in shame and mockery. 

Helpless Meera sits on the cold, wet floor musing about her love… In agony, she morns her pain to Shaurya, who she thinks might be listening to her across this four mighty walls.

Shaurya, Oo Romeo of my world
Where are you? As I lay in this dark room locked
Come and rescue me, Come if you could
I can’t breathe even the windows are blocked
My hands are cold and body covered by sweat
As I wait for another hollow day to pass
Patiently, as those tears roll down to my tender breast
Where lays your locket made of sacred glass

Slowly with tears in her eyes, she pulls her hands off from the locket.

Why? Why my Romeo this people don’t want us to be together
And to separate us, so hard they try
Why my mother keeps quite as curses are fired by my loving father
In love are we only supposed to cry?
They say our religion is different but they don’t see we feel the same
You are my shadow which I can’t hide
I pity this people who lock me behind this door in shame
Busy pleasing those hypocrite people, who stands by their side

Meera tries to look beyond the small window of her room. The sun has set and the night creatures are all out making weird noises.

Late is the time as those creatures’ alarms me to sleep
I wish, I was with you in this time underneath those glowing stars
Laying on your shoulders and drowned in your eyes deep
Ready to fly seven oceans far

Meera goes to sleep as her tired eyes need to rest and prepare for new morrow.

Night is set and sun already to rise
To tell a new story that has to follow.

Meera wakes up by a disturbing noise and sees her friend Sophia entering the cold half brighten room. She keeps the breakfast on the floor and stares Meera. She pities her…

MEERA (Helpless)
Take it away Sophia; No grain can meet my hunger
And no juice can quench my thirst
Please help me Sophia to get out of this blunder
Help me before this chains starts to rust

Meera holds Sophia’s hand (Provoking her)

Act Sophia as my savior
We are friends; you always stood by my side
For the sake of friendship do me this favor
Free me from this cage and their chide

Sophia holds Meera’s hand tight.

Meera, don’t you beg. Please…
I hold nothing against you
No power can take you away from love or cease
We can plan this later but first drink this warm stew

By hearing that Sophia is ready to help her in this fight, She gets excited.

That means you can help and get me back to my Romeo
Where in between those wheat fields he waits for me all day
I am so happy; at last I can bring an end to this sad cameo
And get rid of this satirical social play

Sophia instantly stands up and faces the wall…

Meera, before you plan further, I have news to share…
Your dad has send people to bring Shaurya dead
Why do you hurt yourself ?Don’t you see no one cares.
I know you love him, but nothing will you gain by your action ahead

Meera can’t believe her ears of what she has just heard. She pulls Sophia to her side and asks to look into her eyes.

How much is truth in the news that you bring
Of my fathers deed to kill Shaurya which indirectly kills me
(She feels her ring which rests on her ring finger)
In the name of love and this sworn ring
I will follow Shaurya, for wherever he goes; I don’t care for what the world sees
They might not care but I do the most
No religion, God or money can befriend me from him
The love will always stay alive even if this body turns into a ghost
No more, no more my soul will obey their whim

So what can I do to help?
To free the bird from this cage
No matter what you ask, I’ll do it by myself
Even if it costs to be a traitor or face their fierce rage

MEERA (Turns from her side, her eyes are flooded by tears and ready to burst as she walks towards the window)
No much can you help in this cruel time
If the news is true, my Romeo will come lying on the bed of death
He is a warrior but peaceful, who now is a victim of their crime
All because of me, so I have to act and end the undying wrath.
Sophia, I am yet to understand the world of religion and their strife
My parents didn’t care for me; they only cared about their dignity
But he cared for me and dared to love and now he is fighting for his life
You care for me as a friend and dared to help and soon you will be under their scrutiny.
See how dull are clouds and silent are those birds
Even they can sense my immolating pain
I wish, I had a pen to bring my feelings into words
So that this world knows why did I turn insane.

We have to act now, Soon your Dad’s men will arrive
And will take you to marry the guy which they have planned
If they arrive, we won’t be able to strive
So let’s run… what is your stand?

MEERA (Turns back towards Sophia)
I do want to fly but not run
There is no way without my love
Bring a poison or a wild gun
I don’t want to live, not any more…

Their eyes are moist as they look into each others eye.

MEERA (Continuation)
Don’t you speak a word and do as I say
Bring me a bottle of poison, so that I can drink to death
And may today be the day
When I take my last breath

Sophia runs and brings the poison. She holds for a minute before handing over the bottle to Meera. She must do this now, This is what situation demands.

I don’t know for what I do is wrong or right
By giving you the chance to take your own life
But if it does comforts you and releases you from the fight
It’s worth to offer this life a gateway bribe.

Meera smiles and as her hand reaches towards Sophie’s fair cheeks

You do no wrong to my life
But help me to reunite my love in this time
Maybe not on this earth I can be his wife
But together in the dark we will shine

She opens the lid of the bottle

MEERA (Cont)
If this is my destiny, so be it.
Let my death meet his death as I offer you my goodbye
Promise me that you will not fret
Or mourn in regret, once I die.

Meera sips the entire bottle of poison as Sophia does nothing then to watch her drink.
Meera feels dizzy and faints. Sophie immediately gets on her knees trying to catch as she falls.

SOPHIA (Crying)
Oh my beloved friend, I never imagined in life, that this way I will accept your goodbye.
(She looks onto the ceiling trying to send her message to God)

“Oh God, Was the love her crime
Or the world the real criminal
Did you waited for this perfect time?
To make this love story ETERNAL!”

Goodbye… Goodbye…