The clichés of my day


I wish I had those mornings again 
Waking up to your voice
The sweet nothings
Before rushing to the noise

I wish I had those afternoons again
Breaking the clutter with your call
Asking how the day goes…
Including every detail… big or small!

I wish I had those evenings again
Walk by beach 
Hair catching the breeze
Talking what did the day teach!

I don’t wish however for the nights again
Because darkness it got into lives
Because departure it does remind...
When I lost you and my mind…

Love, life or opportunity?

oops... I missed it Last year at this hour I held back from saying something, while right now I want to scream out a declaration but you are not to hear it out… Last year at this hour your only wish in life was to be by my side, today you rather not..

The world's a stage… I have always believed that acting is fun. It is the easiest job… easier than being a politician. And I would like to believe that I have acted my entire life… literally. And then there were those crazy short films in college…...

Type cast!

The other day there was a strange discussion that originated out of nothing.  And it was all for an estranged object called the pen. I don’t carry it anymore. And I know few who carry one religiously. From times when the pen was almost the best...

Confused... ?A year back it was different scenario. I was slapped by fate. And it was a hard enough slap to freak me out of my senses… or did it put me into my senses?I landed up in Mumbai, what I would now like to call a cool decision… come to think...