Paradox City

A room full of teenagers, laptops out, air conditioner running, fingers clicking down as they scroll through terabytes of data in just a few seconds. Just outside the window, a boy only a few years younger than them sells balloons to those driving by. He has seen every car that has ever ridden the streets of the city, but can’t even spell the word “car”. He shuffles down the street in his ragged t-shirt to his brother who holds a smartphone in his hand, because the Internet is free, but a meal cost him his childhood.

A few kilometers away a woman walks into a Gucci store, a gentleman brings her a sealed plastic bottle of water and her offers her a seat as she begins to announce her choices for the day. At the same time in a chawl a woman makes her way to the water pump, sweating as the sun beats down on her. She wonders how she will carry the bucket back, an ache in her neck tells her to stop but she has no choice.

The same sun shines down on a businessman boarding his private jet, he slides his Cartier’s further up his nose, awaiting takeoff. Just down the runway, in a jhoppad-patti a man puts on his uniform, the scar on his arm looks uglier than before, but missing a day of work would mean that he would have to starve his family for the night.

Welcome to paradox city, where everyone is in a rush, where everyone is someone’s foil. A place where India’s richest man lives a 100 meters away from some of the country’s poorest. A place where everyone is connected but nobody knows to whom. A place where time is money, but no one has the 24 hours they require. A city that knows how the world beats but can’t seem to find its own pulse.

20 million inhabitants, each calling her their home; living and dying in her arms, what a beautiful disaster you are, my paradox city.


We’re in the same boat

You stand at the bow, bouncing with the waves, your hair ruffling in the wind. The sight is beautiful… but the background begins to redden. The bleeding sun tainting the sky, the sea and the shine in your eyes. There is fear.

As darkness draws in, blanketing the world around us you take a seat to steady yourself. Apprehension and salt lace the air just before a crack erupts in the sky! A fleeting light illuminating the panic striking across your face before we plunge into the dark trenches of night and thunder. The sounds boom all around us and soon the rain crashes over us sending chills through our bones matting our hair against our cold foreheads that long for warmth.

You try to hide, find a safe place but you don’t turn to me. The waves rock us back and forth, mocking the comfort the action once brought us. You’re almost thrown over by the shock, the strike and the showers but just as the ocean widens to engulf you within I extend my hand. Stretching out against the forces that will our separation. You reach out and accept it.

We fight the forces together, but your expression pronounces your wonder. No words exchanged over the last of the roaring winds but when the storm folds and the dust settles, you look into my eyes, where my love lies, and that’s when you realize, we’re in the same boat.

The same love, the same pain, the same storm, the same rain. And so we sail onward across another sea. The ocean rising, the sail waving to the breeze through another set of storms and the same revolving sky on the same boat called life.

Memories of us

In this moment I can rejoice
the time we were together,
the time we made a choice.
It doesn’t matter if our love is gone
because I want to hold on
to the songs and smiles
even if they were lies.

No apologies please,
I still want you in my memories
There will be days when tears fall
and the sound of your name my heart will call
leaving me with nothing to do
but hold on to the memories of you
I won’t ask you to come back
because true love was left in the past.

End of the Endeavor

I forgive each time

your violence and your roar,

I try to prevent

the scars that leave us sore.

Don’t need an apology,

just an end to this atrocity.

I am tired of your fury

too tired to fight back.

Just please stop this menace

and take a step back.

The anger boils my heart and heats my head

I hope you realise this won’t end well.

Stop I cry!

Stop I yell!

Before it’s too late and our connections dispel.

Rewrite The Bygones

If I had the power to change the past I would

I don’t care for the consequences

Nor for the unspoken sentences

The past isn’t always good


Taking back something I said

Is not achievable

It’s the game of a turning table

Hopefully happiness waits at the end


I’ll have to carry on

I’ll have to be strong

Forgetting the past

Is the key to make things last.

What is Love?

When you love someone you go to extremes to make sure that they’re happy, whether it is bringing the moon to them or letting them go. It just proves that they matter to you more than yourself.
I have friends for whom I would bring down the sky and even fight a war for. I don’t want anything in return; their true smiles and laughter are enough. And I know that I wouldn’t be able to see them angry with me.


As the famous Bollywood actor once said: pyaar dosti hai. Love is friendship.