I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.



Martin Luther King Jr.

You cannot force someone to love you. You can love them and let it be.

Why do I write?

1. It makes me really happy. On the rare occasions when it’s done.
   
   
2. It’s the only thing I know, I think.
   
   
3. Some people think I can.
   
   
4. Stories are fascinating.
   
   
5. A sense of forever.
   
   
6. To jog down memory lane.
   
   
7. To tell you how much I love you without having to tell you.
   
   
8. To feel closer to you.
   
   
9. To keep us alive.

Casablanca (1942)

Angana khaali, kaali raat
haathon mein lekar tera haath
guzar jaati hai sadiyaan
rakh kar sirhane wahin baat
angana khaali, kaali raat
sukoon se bhara
do pal ka saath..

Oct 1 2020

I don’t know how I like my coffee

too strong
too dark
with milk/ cream
blended
whipped
sweet

the one that punches my insides out
or wakes me up sweetly in the morning
with it’s bright aroma
lingering all over the kitchen

the one I want to keep going back to
every morning
and sometimes nights –
the one that keeps me up
and puts me down

the one that has come from parts of the world
I can’t even pronounce
roasted, toasted and exotic
but down to the ground

the one that leaves a bittersweet aftertaste
asking for more

the one that stays
only to get better than before –

I don’t know how I like my men.

Hey Bleek, here are many tictacs,
that will outrun you until fall.
No biggie, I just needed to tell you,
you are the coolest of them all!
Dad once told me,
‘Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome,
the right person will think the sun shines out your ass!’
You stutter and panic,
but as far as boyfriends go you’re totally boss!

Juno (2007)

I fell in love with a man.

I fell in love with a man
who couldn’t love me back,
He tried his best to put up a fight
but could never fill in the crack!
Each time something went wrong
he was assertive something wasn’t right.

So he left the crack, unattended
and tried to love a different way
and when that failed too,
he was left with a new decay

Soon his heart was a pile of pulp
broken, bent and sore
he wailed in pain
and decided,
he won’t try anymore!

Around then weirdly so
our paths had to cross
I too was nursing a broken heart
which had recently gained a loss!

I tried stitching my broken piece
while he ripped open his crack
I fell in love with a man
who couldn’t love me back!

 

Fight club (99)

10 things I want to do with you

1. Eat. Off of a plate. Off of your hands, lips, and soul.
2. Watch the sunrise, cuddled up in a thick quilt. With tired kohl smudged eyes, speaking of a glorious night.
3. Kiss. Soft smouldering pecks. Tongue in cheek. Laughter. Some more, passionately on your upper lip.
4. Hold you. Around the waist. Behind your neck. At the back of your head. Tightly. Ouch. Softy.
5. Rearrange the fridge, the cupboard, the couch. Make place for both of our tastes. But not pile on. Just make some space.
6. Cuddle. While watching a film. While barely being awake – asleep in each others’ caress.
7. Hum songs we make as we go.
8. Breathe. Feel your breath on mine. At night. Soft snores in my ears, like lullabies.
9. See the world and learn its stories.
10. Bare my soul.

 

Call Me By Your Name (2017)

Tell me, when all the love of the world,
slowly, gradually ceases to exist,
will there still be a day when you and I
could look eye to eye,
and call each other
a ‘good friend’?

Marriage Story (2019)