What She Wants, What You Want

She wants midnight adventures and spontaneous kisses
To look at real life with near misses
From the stories she reads.
She wants to test you with the questions

she's heard her friends being asked
by their boyfriends.

For some reason,
It's a constant comparison,
A constant rain of thoughts
A whirlwind of doubts.

You want things easy,
A pace where it's nobody's problem
If you drive fast or slow.
You like the space you have with her

The space to be filled with laughs and sparks.
The space where there shouldn't be doubts.

It's a circle of invasion and evasion,
Just because it can be done.
It's a circle of circles in the end,
Just because it can be done.


What If I Didn't Try To Fix You?? (Not So Coldplay Cover)

When you’ve tried your best, but you didn't succeed
You didn’t  get what you want, nor what you need
Now you feel so tired,  you just want to sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
Cuz you’ve lost something you can't replace
You’ve loved someone, but its gone to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights didn’t guide you home
It didn’t ignite your bones
And I didn’t try to fix you.

And high up above or down below
You were too in love to let it go
N now you’ve tried so you know
Just what you're worth

Lights didn’t guide you home
It didn’t ignite your bones
And I didn’t try to fix you.

Tears stream down your face
Cuz you’ve  lost something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I

Lights didn’t guide you home
It didn’t ignite your bones
And I didn’t try to fix you.


Bhavra (Bee)

In Hindi,the word "bhavra" means bee and garners a lot of content and significance in Hindi, Urdu literature; the context in most cases being as free as a bee, or being innocent, as the English would say. It signifies freedom, zero restraints, a spirit which transpires freely across everyone and everything.


There's a rusty forlorn cart full of tea,flames,mouth fresheners,biscuits,deep fried snacks and a living associated with it.
There's an old man,his brother,his wife,a white dog with one ear bent spending days under the cart and a child playing with the old man's wife. The child is the vegetable vendor's daughter who sits across the street. She sells her vegetables and her other half plays with the old man's wife. When the end of the day comes, the child leaves with her mother,the vegetable seller. I don't know if the old couple have children of their own.
He had bought a house years back for an amount of money which will not even buy a rich man's son a motorbike these days.
He still pays off the loan to the bank by selling tea and snacks. He is at the corner of a street which has turned into a three way crossing from a single curving road.
He knows how to tell time in ways more than one. The clock inside his cart is just a device to him. He has his own references to time through the fields, trees, buildings, shops, men, women, puppies, dogs, cars, technology that have bustled in and out of his life.
He still has to pay off his loan completely and hence, the tea stall,his cycle, the endless trips to buy tea leaves,milk,sugar and ginger exists.


There are quite a few dogs that have their lives centered around his shop. In the mornings, he or his wife lay out several plates of bread and milk mashed together for the dogs to eat. The white dog with one of its ears bent lives under the cart itself and when not asleep, spends time being petted by the wife or one of the customers.

I was there on a Monday evening, drinking tea, staring at the sky where black was winning the battle over the blue and orange,a slight breeze blowing.
A puppy appeared out of nowhere, brown fur, bright-eyes and the thinnest tail I have ever seen on a dog. It jumped around for a while, getting in everyone's way and the old man had to finally shoo him away. I watched the puppy move off to the other side of the road and immediately a worried looking brown dog (I am assuming she was the mother)followed the puppy. The streets were busy and a car was taking a turn at the three-way crossing and I lost sight of the puppy on the other side of the road. At the turn, the car slowed as the driver twisted its wheels and suddenly I saw the puppy appear out of nowhere and cross the road with centimeters to spare in front of the car. I looked at the driver and saw the driver hadn't noticed the pup nor the near miss at all. He couldn't have. It had all happened in a matter of seconds.
The puppy dashed across to our side and went off sniffing around as if nothing had happened at all.
I remarked to the old man, "Abhi gaadi ke neeche aa jaata"(He would have been run over by that car just now!).

The old man just said,"nahi nahi,usko kuch nahi hoga, bhavra hai woh"("No no, nothing will happen to him, he is like a bee").




"Pssst! I think I have caught a bug,

Meet me my dearest and I will tell you.
Maybe you know what the bug is,
I can't seem to put my finger on it.
There's a kind of itching
But a ticklishness where the bug's bit.
I don't know if I want the bug on me.
Maybe you can decide for me."

Meet me soon,
I've called you time and again.
You never pick up the phone
So I ended up with the idea of a letter.
I had already sent you a letter
With all kinds of news about my life.
I am sending one more letter today
And I have written about the bug in it.

I wrote you  a poem once,
Combined words that rhymed,
Inspired from a postcard I had once seen as a child.

It was childish,wasn't it?
But the happier dreams are made of such moments,
I have no regrets.

Maybe you'd laughed,
I don't know till date,
You'd just smiled and thanked me.
I should have asked your girlfriends about it.

"Fireworks and starlight
The postcard read it was the occasion of Twelfth Night
In Iceland where winter, our favourite season
Hangs out all year round with all its might."

What a goofball.
Terribly "underrated" (terrible) talent shimmers beneath.

I wish we could rewind to the point in time where we had met,
Beneath the starlight in the park, with fireworks welcoming the New Year in the sky,
We'd been walking alone, we'd lost our friends in the crowd.
I still have that number you'd given me that day.
Numbers changed,addresses flipped, friends resurfaced and got lost in that crowd again,

Maybe the letter will work.
Maybe I could dial that number you'd given me in the park,
Would it be possible to rewind then?
Let me try 02508975648387.


It's getting dark outside The winter cold almost upon us, I know you are thinking about me as I am about you. We are cut from the sa...