Coffee, Smokes and Laughs

It wasn't just another day or another moment You killed the life as if it were a figment I know you would come back to me Because nothing else can put you perfectly like how you are meant to be Never did I want to endorse myself Simply because you always ran away from thyself Truth doesn't have to be bitter always The decisions you chose made you live in daze   Baby, could you hold the moment when you had it? Damn it, you realized only after you quit Now it doesn't even sound you sane even if your love is pure Because the moments were already slit and doesn't even lure No matter how hard you pray and how many times you cry Life doesn't even take you on the boulevards you want to try   For me, I know I am in a happy space And you do not even know about it in a trace Time never waits for you or me, darling, It is for us to deal with immense love and caring. I know you would come back to me Because  nothing else can put you perfectly lik...

Hi Friends, It is after a long sabbatical, I am back on this space to share some thoughts with you. I know my Hamsa second chapter is yet to be published. A lot of work is going on and Hamsa is becoming into a great work. Meanwhile, I thought I will share some new writing and this time tried my hands on poetry. Hope you guys will enjoy similarly in the manner you've appreciated my previous writings. As always, will be happy to receive your thoughts on this too ☺ The Last Love Letter For many mornings and many moons I thought you were one of my boons I moved the horizons to cuddle you in my arm Thought you would snuggle me with your charm I believed our moments are going to be the melodious canary Damn! I am always alone and never had you in my love story I considered, I fought the world for you every tooth and nail Alas! All I see is the restless mind that says it is a massive fail Every m...

The love for the old jeans is the best thing one can never miss in their life. Yes friends, every almirah will have a purani Jeans (old Jeans) albeit some may be of no good fit anymore. Damn the Mayonnaise and Cheese burst junk that we end up binging on. Especially, if you are Hyderabadi the culprit for killing the happiness of wearing your old Jeans is the yummy Biryani. Kya Karen yaaron… Yeh biryani… mashallah… duniya ki aakhri cheez hai. Truly, it brings back so many memories in our lives. Well did I say memories? My day usually begins with a late wake up and sprint around the house to finish my chores and frisk like a cop for picking up my stuff.   During this entire frisk, I often put my fingers on my old jeans only with a hope that someday or other, I will regain my shape and come back into those old pair of jeans. Well, to be honest over the years I think I must have grown up like an amoeba. Hate my lifestyle and my food habits.   Every time I lo...