Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

Azab Prem Ki..

I am watching Azab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani on my laptop with a lousy print, and am hell-bent on proving that with a good soundtrack, a lousy print of a mildly interesting movie can be watched. P.S: Yes. I do find Azab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani mildly interesting. Except for the scenes featuring Katrina as [...]

casablanca

is a boring topic. i will always live there, and i will never have paris. but i will always believe whatever you tell me. we will survive, you and i, and it will not be different world…i will always save my first drink to have with you. and you will probably never have it. at [...]

and while we are it…

damn is a very important word. the most memorable use of the word was when rhett butler used it in the movie ‘gone with the wind’, proclaiming:  “frankly, my dear, i don’t give a damn!”.it is not a word you should use lightly. you see…it signifies a vehemence of expression. other people get hurt when [...]

nameless

vacant blue skies get spangled with greed, shoulders heaving in nameless pursuits, controlled disasters randomly conceived, in beautiful pictures on velvet curtains, scarlet whispers in a barren land, silent witnesses to a bloodless feud.

life’s a highway

There’s a world outside every darkened Door Where blues won’t haunt you anymore Where the brave are free and lovers soar Come ride with me to the distant shore … Through all these cities and all these towns It’s in my blood and it’s all around I love you now like I loved you then [...]

happy

am i.       :D :D :D

estranged

When you’re talkin to yourselfAnd nobody’s homeYou can fool yourselfYou came in this world alone….Old at heart but I’m only 28And I’m much too youngTo let love break my heartYoung at heart but it’s getting much too lateTo find ourselves so far apart…..When I find out all the reasonsMaybe I’ll find another wayFind another dayWith [...]

Short Story- Part II (of Untitled)

Part-II Day One I: The Father On the surface, I lead an enviable life- I am a self-made millionaire, and a successful consultant, my wife a very pretty artist and poet, and a son who will soon be ready for life. In reality, I am the head of a dysfunctional family, my wife cheats on [...]

Short Story- Part I (of Untitled)

Part-I Day One I: The Son He has killed my mother. I don’t know how he did it- but I think I know when. I think yesterday, when I was sleeping, he killed my mother and disposed of her body in the night. I saw him driving away in his car in the middle of [...]

so…

so you tell me i gotta stay sober if i want to talk to you in this life. and i know i gotta stay drunk till infinity if i want to face this life. where is the balance? how can you stay sober when you live in world where more people care about the wedding [...]

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