Love and Coffee

Unrequited love over coffee
Who says it gonna obsession?
Longing and passion quenches the thirst
Someone gotta be really special
She's like the exquisitely selected coffee grain
Brewing with dollop of sweetness and freshness,
Touch and fragrance touching the heart
Mindless as it may
Love sparkle in the atmosphere 
Much like the fragrance of the beans
Freshness of the Lilly
Listening to the tap of rainwater
I spill my coffee,
admiring my love from a distance.



Flash fiction: Bailed for life by the blind law

It was the day of reckoning. The skinny and short fellow wore his best white and crisp shirt tucked inside cheap white trousers to appear in court. He was confident that the magistrate would give him bail and he will finally be a free man. He longed for his freedom to see the world, far away from his dark cell. They told him that the arrangements have been made to flee the country by sea and the boat would be waiting for him.

The magistrate walked his way inside the courtroom and everyone stood in deference to him. After all, the fate of the man longing for his freedom resides in the hands of the learned magistrate. It was the hand of God. The man in black eyed the accused and ushered him to the witness box. He asked, "So, what will you do if you are granted bail today?" The man bowed to the magistrate and confidently said, "I shall go to the lord?" The justice had an inkling what he meant by lord. He smiled and looked around. Time was running. The order must be executed. How he wished that man could be granted his last wish.

The magistrate maintained a straight face and announced, "Bail granted. We are releasing you." He removed his pen to write the order and a bullet pierced inside the heart of the accused. He has finally been granted bail for life. The sharp shooter, donning the garb of the magistrate disappeared from the courtroom as if he was some invisible force. After all, the pen did the trick and the underworld struck again in a court of law. Who says the law is not blind?!



Be alive in every second

Extraordinary good times; Trains chugging at slow pace; Frenetic dash; Emotional turmoil; Song wafting in the air, the mysterious voice conquering the heart beats; Fellow travelers sharing a laugh, hesitant conversation and silent soul talking; Marriage made in heaven; Friendship designed in the sky; Companionship that makes for a lifetime memory; First kiss with a touch of divine bliss; Thousands thoughts raging in the head; Worries that aren't worth a dime; Lullaby and sweet maternal affecting striking a chord in the baby's heart, he wakes up with an angelic smile on his face; Small joys of life; Every heart that beats deserve happiness in all its forms: Be alive in every second.

With Love


Lost and intriguing afternoons

Intriguing afternoon
bearing the silence of the usually noisy city
Mysterious wind
Violent rain throwing its might
 Warm cup of tea
Sunlight flashing and striking in all directions
How many afternoons?
Resembling each other over the years
A life lost in translation
serving as  a powerful reminder of memory
Oh! Memory
How you bring tears to my eyes
Of the years lost
reclaimed joy
Lovers' nest that we built with care
The city that embraced us
Yet we lost the mooring skip our morning beat


What's happening on Sunday?

What's hot and happening on a lazy Sunday? It's been ages that I haven't shared tit-bits about my life on this blog. There are lots and lots and hardly anything worth telling. First thing, it's been a long time that I haven't been able to catch a movie, first, there was Rangoon and now Badrinath Ki Dulhania that I gave a miss. I was planning to go for Badrinath today when something cropped up. In fact, there is a diplomatic gathering which I gotta attend, along with a friend-cum-colleague. The movie plan stands postponed for another day and thankfully, it will be showing next week as well and post that, I have Philauri to watch.

On the work front, it's been quite busy for us with the issue of our corporate client's magazine and our deadline has shifted from Friday to Tuesday which gives me quite some time to work on the story plus doing research. Nopes, March is not as crazy as it seems to us but just a little busier on the work front. Here, hoping to bag extra contracts to make more money as a freelance communications consultant-cum-writer. Being a freelancer and stay at work professional has its own set of challenges since you are always on the lookout for more assignments beyond the fixed money that comes one's way. It's been a learning rope.

The India trip was missed as the best friend came down from Australia to get married but thankfully, he is still in Mumbai for quite some time and hopefully, will be able to hop on by saving some cash to meet him. I am longing to be in India and it's been ages that I haven't traveled. I haven't read many books since the past one month, though been reading at a slow pace Hussain Zaidi's Bombay to Bangkok, a real account of the underworld rule in the city and Barkha Dutt's This Unquiet Land. I have also received a poetry book for review from a Canadian friend and looking forward to buy the autobiographies of Shashi Kapoor and Karan Johar as a couple of film related books on Gulzar or Rekha. There are so many things to do and today was planning for Badrinath ki Dulhania and working on my book. I am unsure of both because of the event that I gonna attend late evening. I have kept a diary, scribbling things to do and it really helps in keeping a timely reminder.

I am feeling in good health and much better shape since I've been regularly practicing yoga, one-hour weekly class and thrice for 20 minutes weekly practise at home. Both meditation and yoga have helped me to stay sane, be more focused and peaceful.

Finally, I got a brand new phone and it's a white-coated Sony Experia that hit the market in 2015. I am yet to understand its entire functionality and toggling with how the whole gadget work, leaving my four-year-old HTC behind. I was planning for an iPhone but after reading online, the next edition is going to be kickass and unique for Apple 10 year anniversary. The online grapevine is that Apple is planning something big and I better settle for a cheaper one before grabbing the collector's edition. There are plans also to learn driving this year and high time to hit the cudget to learn drive a car.

It's been long that I haven't been active on the dating and mating scene. I need to date and it's something that's been missing in my life for quite some. I forget how taking someone for a date looks like and high time to pull the socks in romance matters before I fade into a UFO.

See ya soon


Moist and the tide's flow

Flurry of moist emotions
Blame it on damp weather
Humid stratosphere
Feeling of sleeping and lying low
Lazy mood and moments
Cold sensation
I wanna do bungee jump
swim in icy water
Crazy thoughts
Momentary bliss
Words are the only solace
composing random lyrics
It's the beginning and limitless end
Passion lost and found
Free moments
Conquering the song of the moment
Capturing the spirit
Free flow of the tide
Fluttering of leaves
Slow movements
Breaking monotony
Reversing tide
Sitting still and counting droplet of water
Ease out



Bouquet of poems

Allegory of pleasure

Frothy lips with the taste of wine.
Craving for guilty pleasures.
Sensations dripping down;
Alcohol, lust and twist.
Drunk to heavenly bliss.
Dropping everything.
Untying the bra and laces.
Zipping down the pants.
Heads swirling in the air.
It's allegory pleasure.
Imagined in the head.
Wine and writing.
Kickass bed fellows.


Friends and the sound of guitar
Silly banter.
Eternal vows.
Thick like dust.
Time is an excuse.
String of friendship is,
like the sound of the guitar.
Anthem of life.
Climbing the stairs of life together.
Days of yore.

Dash of memory.
Bond that twist and spin time.
It's the real deal.


Silky and unbridled sensuality

Volcanic sensation.
Smoke curled past mountainous slopes and cavernous curves.
Silky and unbridled sensuality.
Yearning for the perfume of pleasure.
Puckered flowers.
Rose tinted flavor.
Cornucopia of emotions and expressions.
Hymn of life.
Gay abandon.
Lyrical flow.
Rhythm and echo.
Gamut of silliness and youthfulness.
Cooing of love birds.


Tickling clock and the list

As you age, have you ever wondered about things that you always wanted to do and guilty pleasures the heart and sense craves for? I am in my mid 30s and often wonder on reflections that would translate into reality, no matter how much it is a faraway distance dream from reality. Here it goes:

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1. Finishing this book that I've been trying to write since ages.

2. Chill out about things that freak me out. I am hyper by nature and want to be calm in the face of adversity.

3. Challenge myself and do things that shit scares me.

4. Write the script for a short film and execute it.

5. Travel the world and live in suitcases. It would be the dream job.

6. My savings balance is next to zero and high time to spare money in a bank account for rainy days or travel.

7. How I wish I didn't flinched in experimenting with life and dare to be adventurous in much younger days.

8. Learn how to drive. It's a shame that in my mid-30s I still don't know how to drive a car. It's something that scares me to death.

9. Learn a foreign language like Spanish or German and also a musical instrument, strumming the guitar.

10. Go on a dating spree and indulge in sweet nothings minus the romantic involvement.

11. Stop thinking too much before doing something new, bold and exciting.

12. Face my inner demons or getting scared for no reason.

13. Push myself to the cliff and explore life in equal measure to be able to say, Yes! I've done it.

14. Stop hanging on to the glorious or painful past that still haunts me to death.

15. Go with the flow and swim against the tide.

16. Be able to say No more often.

17. I've just started doing yoga but want to be more to be fitter by the day. Cut the fat slab.

18. Remain an inquisitive child forever.

19. Not getting bugged by people and this famous, log kya kahenge.

20. Stay in solitude. It helps.

21. I wanna be a nomad, hoping from one place to another and wandering aimlessly.

22. Be better at time management and be a super efficient multi-tasker.

23. Run my own start-up.

24.  Sing aloud on stage.

25. Be more positive as a person, flush out negative energy cum people.

The post was inspired by Preeti Shenoy's list.


A spicy lullaby

Love at first sight.

Intimacy on the rocks.

Morning cup of tea.

Lusty liquor.

Sweet whispers at night.

Lullaby of spicy romance.

Crouched in the nest.


Myriad colors of sensual encounter.

Tracing the journey.





Innate beauty in all forms,

victory and defeat. 

It's the end of it.

Perhaps not!

An endless adventure,

exploring unchartered horizons.

Dare to tread on the path.



Stroke of tiny finger.

Cupping faces.

Icy cold sensation.

Electric jolt.

Head twirled into one whole.




The sleep of envy

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Curled on the bed;
White sheet spread like balloon to wrap her half naked body;
Eyes closed like the doe;
Shining beauty;
Her round back twisted,
like an aesthetically traced work of art;
An artist's muse,
in the wild imagination of the erotic dance;
The sleep of envy;
Intimacy can be so beautiful and enticing;
She's the expression of sleeping beauty,
in various forms;
Like a magnet, she conquers the senses and minds;
Her long hair flew in abandon;
A heart seeking herself in unchartered territories;
Letting lose her heart;
She's no product of vanity;
A free spirit;
Tasting the nectar of passion in sleep;

Happy Sunday & love


YKA post: Celebrate Equality, Not Tokenism

Hiya! Happy International Women Day and read this.

Every March 8, we celebrate International Women Day where we pitch for change in the way we view women and tweet with hashtags for equality or respect and share massively on Facebook. Isn’t it time for us, men and women to move beyond mere tokenism and implement the changes that we want to see? Certainly, it demands a change in our mindset and courage to be able to stand for our women, against our elders, or for that matter, let her bloom as a human being.

I want to narrate what some of my female friends shared with me. After she got married, one of my friends told me how her in-laws tried to impose their cultural practice on her taking into account that both she and her husband belong to different castes. She gathered her strength and put her foot down. Really! It’s one thing that we fail to understand that a girl has left her home and parents to adjust to a new life and how we stifle her individuality by enforcing such ridiculous and stone aged practice. 

You can read the entire post on Youth Ki Awaaz where I aired my views on Women's Day. Click here.


Paid sex: Would you or not?!

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 We are all humans and young adults who have the urge and crave for sex from time-to-time. It's not about defying or betraying the law of gravity to quench the thirst for something as natural as sex. Hormonal changes happen in our body and biological clock ticking. After all, we don't want to be depraved as human beings.

It begs the questions that most of us are shy of asking, should we go for paid sex? It's not about defying social mores or morality but applies to both men or women, who hasn't fulfilled intimacy for a long time. There are many people who repress their sexual feelings, fantasize about celebrities, or the fact of suffering from sex-related depression, according to several studies undertaken by Sexpert.

I think we need to be more open-minded on the question of people paying to be indulged by the oldest profession in the world, Commercial sex workers. I have always been in favor of legalization of prostitution for several reasons, something we shall keep for later. The more we repress and make something illegal, the more danger or illegality lurks. To be very honest, there is nothing wrong for someone seeking sex in exchange for money. We are not just speaking about red light areas in big cities like Mumbai at Kamathipura or Congress House and in Kolkatta, Sonagachi. Hi-fi sex in the form of call girls or gigolos is common. After all, the peoples involved are not indulging in something illegal like killing someone, kidnapping or rape. We have seen so many rape cases in the country and across the world where innocent women are assaulted. Had those people gone to legal sex places, perhaps there would have been a curb in sex-related crimes!

We should stop wearing blinkers when it comes to sexuality. The only danger that lurks is the danger of Aids or STD where the person seeking sex as a service should take the precautions to avoid such dangers. Moreover, sometimes pervert assault the commercial sex worker and pose a hazard to the woman offering the service.

It's high time that Governments adopt a rational and flexible stand when it comes to sex business. Of course, I am not justifying the exploitation of young girls in the flesh trade. This is where the issues come to the fore. It's about men and women doing it at free will. We want to thwart forceful exploitation and time to be serious on the same by making it legal. That way, the women will be protected in terms of human rights.

The last argument in place: Why repress something as natural as sex? There will always be people soliciting the service and what is wrong in consenting adults where the provider of the service is fulfilling a human need and satiating the craving. There is nothing immoral but human needs, be it food, clothing, shelter or sex, for that matter. Repressing human needs are not the solution but hitting with an iron rod on the head is.

What is your take on the issue? The debate is open on paying for sex or not.



Whipping a storm

Whipping a storm;
Cracking the nut of love:
Cooking a passion:
Intimate nights:
Passionate kissing;
It's the language of need:
Quench the thirst;
Fight out the emotions:
Shackle off the conflicts inside and out:
Carry no guilt feeling;
You are a human:
Trace the body lines:
Chuck out the garments:
Bare naked and open the soul;

With love


100 Words Flash Fiction: Blood on her hands

She had blood on her hands. All she could think now was how to wipe off the stains to make it the perfect crime she was plotting since the last 48 hours.  The stench of alcohol and cigarette butt made her choke to death in the room. The window pain couldn't be pushed open for the fear of raising suspicions.  She looked like a dreaded criminal holding with menace the destructive weapon. Her glance traveled faster than the four corners of the room. The tomato ketchup bottled fizzled and it was popped up that flew in all directions.