The Boon of Start Ups

There are two ways to go about in life. Either give a damn or just don’t. Most of us are pretty content with what we possess. Though we all have aspirations, ideas and dreams, we tend to put them on the back burner citing financial and family woes. A few among us overcome these struggles…

The godmother

I am not normally into condolences and homage posts but I guess I have to voice it out. So yesterday was a fateful day in the annals of Tamil Nadu’s folkloric history. This juncture marks the end of an era. Today I see all social networks buzzed with posts and tweets which are glorifying her,…

For a living find a reason

With you beside I was loved for all the seasons Such was a time We were two hearts but one soul We shared a vision Putting an end to all our inhibitions Breaking our soul from a whole Far across you went without a reason  For a living  Broken soul can’t find a reason  For a living …

The Circle Of Life

Little things in life….. Be selfish sometimes, don’t regret not being one on your death bed. Be generous sometimes, someone’s trash is another’s life. You were a kid. You’re young. You’ll be an adult. You’ll become old. Someday you will kiss death. You grow, don’t let the soul in you grow let it be the…

Noor

Chehra ka noor tu ban jaaye Naaz karu jis par Woh guroor tu ban jaaye Khuda se jo mangu dua Khuda se milli inayat tu ban jaaye Bahaon me jo sukoon hai tere Mile toh na raaz aaye jannat bhi Chalte mein jo rukoon tuj pe Dikhe toh laut aaye guzre lamhe bhi Chehra ka…

Love

I am not much into celebrating days, tragically yesterday happened to be the Valentine day. A day for lovers to express their love, to emote the unsaid and sometime think of what’s been through. A few days ago somebody asked me of love and why does it haunts one so vividly. I thought of it…

Tiny tales – Conceal-Part One

“What you keep writing in those journals” , the wife asked peeping into his work. “You’ll know it someday, its just that today isn’t someday” , said the hubby concealing the journal.

High

Let me make an excuse I am waiting for things to happen Somehow want to deduce Take me to the bartender Serve me a drink A drink to feel high This saturday it will be eighteen Booking a table for two Be there like waiting You never show up Oh fucking show up Take me…

How far

Deep inside I cry Now that you’re gone People speak of you Reminisces the memory How far have you gone I wish for a new dawn People speak of things I could have done See the guilt in my eyes I wish for an end to this lie How far have you gone I wish…

Tiny tales- Alone

Even when he’d no one, her thoughts were always there.