How many 'I am fine' rolled between your tongue despite the heaviness you feel in your chest?

I live in Mumbai now, and it doesn’t have too many terraces. A window view of the moon is rather rare, and the sky is never that clear.

I started writing ‘Dream Diary’ when I was about 16. One day I started jotting them down, for the fear I might forget them, even though

Is there a fury in the bleakness of the after-death, a separation beyond anxiety, a hopelessness beyond the last farewell?

And suddenly, I was falling through the clouds, through the rays of that blinding sunlight. It was a while...

I fell out of reality and into my dream only to wake up under a kaleidoscopic glass ceiling that somehow reminded me of your eyes...

Every sad faced clown, every overblown ‘everyone dies in the end’ play, every awful pop song about heartbreak. I’m the one behind all that..

I will wait for better times on the other side and find myself drawn to your gravity, once again, but time...

All that awaits me now, is death and her kiss, like slivers of moonlight on my shoulders and hopes that this night slips away without us...

Ask me how many hours I slept. I wouldn’t be able to answer. 2 ? 14? 8! That’s the right number, isn’t it? It’s hard to tell anymore. It...

The haunts, all vacant; old reveries of memories held dearly no more; they persist, and like nails, they pierce through the skull like...

The past is bittersweet and the future seems so terribly grim. The light that’s inside us, has gone so desperately dim.