A DROP OF MY SEA

When last pale yellow leaf of December fell the winds cast a spell, that blinded the capital city, and an inception of a tragedy was soon to blemish the city's history. The empty and unarmed roads of Delhi staged a recital by five unleashed-cannibals, and a juvinile, who tore open the flesh of a live human, and lodged her like a ball from a cannon- signing her body with an ink of brutality. Scandalised  and terrified, She fought for her grace. Nirbhaya - the girl without a name and a face, brought the blinded city to the  center  stage and taught the nation to fight fears- be it a woman with daughters or a daughter about to be a woman. Everywhere there is a roar Of many faceless Nirbhayas Who fight with these animals in men In every nook and cranny of our homeland Nation is stripped from all corners We are scared for our daughters Nevertheless, we shall fight We sha...

It's been days and days...And each day felt like a decade. Each time she strikes a date on the calendar, it literally bleeds my heart out. I'm wounded inside out, yet I'm on this drive to tear us both apart. I just wish to silently take away all of her pain and put her to a sound sleep. I'm ready to be the devil as long as my angel is smiling. She refuses to smile, she declines all joy, and she repudiates elation. All she is ingesting is a routine of sadness, a day full of grief, and a night of appalling illusion. I loathe myself for being this to her. She is oblivious. But I know the truth. Just like day and night follow each other but can never coexist. I guess I'm always going to be on the lookout for her. But never show up in person. Call me a coward or call me insane, but all I ever wanted is her to be happy.    I can't sleep without hearing her voice. I can't call her, I don't want to shatter her with my brutal conduct. I'll just have to...

Image: Ujala Chowdhry Serendipity in the thirteenth century Silhouetted into a marvelous discovery No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory Just some chocolates, cookies or maybe some pastries To dress up a cup of... Black, cappuccino, affogato, latte, or regular coffee   Ethiopia, where coffee embarked upon its first flight Landed into two hearts, so naive "Let's go for a coffee" A friend asked me When opened the coffee shop doors The smell of freshly roasted beans stimulated my senses in chorus   I climbed the stairs And he waved to me, laid back on the bamboo chair He ordered a strong, masculine, royal mochaccino with caramel And I asked for a soft, feminine, and a shy cappuccino with nuts of hazel   Putting sugar in my coffee He stared at me persistently Mixing it with a gorgeous silver spoon He made the cream look like a coffee moon No more words, no more gestures are now obligatory Just some chocolates, cookies or...

u're beautifully sketched, till the time I don't erase u As true as the theory of speed of light       Is thy virtue You are imprinted in me You are a stamp that makes me beautiful I can’t hide u Because I fear looking hideous Days when you grant your embrace Are the days when others envy me Just a line sketched on my neck As hard as stone Is my collar bone No matter how much you are there Your presence is a lie You make me always wanna try Try to be someone I’m not Someone for whom I always get an applause The mirror looks at me And transforms my reflection To a part of me which  doesn't  receive appreciation When you seem missing Just a line sketched on my neck As hard as  stone Is my collar bone I see u laugh at me And play games of hide and seek I might ignore u every now and then But u always come around You are my lakme You are my maybelline You are the reason I wanna st...