I Come From A Place
I come from a place
Where it didn’t matter
If I wanted to drive the bullet like a queen
Or Just take off to unknown destination
With a bunch of strangers
I come from a place
Where it didn’t matter
Whether my midriff was seen
Because of my sari draping style
Or due to my boldness in flaunting a bikini
I come from that place
Where a sister could
Sassily enter her house at one in the night
But her brother was beaten up
For the same
I come from a place
Where it didn’t matter
Whether I am pure or not
As long as I am good companion
To spend life with
I come from that place
Where the female fan following
Is a few millions more
Than their male counterparts
I come from a place
Where, these days
A gang of guys unknowingly
Have juicier tit bits
In comparison
To their girlfriends
I come from a place
Where at times all of this
Seems like fiction
& the reality is hidden
Beyond Imagination
The black ribbon took away
Her Sight
The chained feet restricted
Her movements
The silver tape didn’t allow
Her to scream
The ropes had cut marks all over
Since they couldn’t handcuff her imagination
Etched in My Mind Forever
Now after twenty year, the only thing I remember
About my first international trip was playing for hours
Together with a cute Chinese girl at an amusement park
Recently while looking at my board's mark sheet
The only thought that came to my mind
Were the love messages scribbled on the exam desk
Those that were distracting enough
The other day,I recollected the bungalow's colour
Down the street, but I still can't picture
The fragile glass building that took it's place
Being all of eight then, those vivid images of
A murder taking place in front of my eyes
Still runs in my mind, at times
Trains always remind me about listening to Hrithik's songs
On the walkman, way back in the early 2000's
During the entire seventy two hours of the journey
None of these moments were captured
Maybe that's why they are
Etched in my mind forever
Never to be erased
His Voice Changed It All
It really didn't matter to me, for the longest time I guess
Until that day his calm and composed voice fell on my ears
No! He wasn't comforting me
I hadn't seen him till now
This was way back in early 2000's when late night shows had become a thing
I still remember shedding tears every night just to listen his one line
Aha! How I miss those times,
When it really didn't matter to us how the person sitting far away
In that studio room looked,
Was he fair or dark?
Will he have a smiling face, just like his soothing voice?
Or will he give me attitude when I meet him?
I used to get jealous when he would crack a joke or two
With the female callers
Sometimes I would just dial the radio station's number from my dad's phone
But the call never got connected
Then over time, his voice faded away
And I got busy with my life
Till one day I bumped into his Instagram account
Life hasn't been the same anymore