The cute little Omer 

A usual day started and mom asked me if I can go with her for shopping?

So me being me, I said “No mom I don’t want to!”

And after the emotional sentence that every mom use in times like this, I shook my head, And got ready.

Mom had some clothes to buy, and whilst she was deciding on the prints and motifs.. oh well yes! Motifs, I asked her if I can go out of the shop, to nearby jewellery stall, she nodded affirmatively.
I headed to the stall, and there I saw this young cute boy of 13-14 years, wearing his cap, and the guy I believe was the owner, giving him directions, that why isn’t he colouring jewellery the right way, he left.
So this young boy asked, “Baji what can I show you?”
I wasn’t even sure what I wanted, because I hardly wear jewellery 

I replied: Chotu what do you recommend me buying? 

He smiled, and said, ‘Baji I can show you some earring’

I said, okay show some rings aswell

He showed all the new ones that he told are selling fast or are customers favourite

So I decided to buy these earrings and ring that I really liked (knowing in my heart I’d hardly wear) 

Chotu told me the price, it was around 500/- for both

I opened my purse and found that I didn’t bring my wallet, and I had a single 100 rupees note

Oh no no.. this all was so embarrassing for me,

I said chotu I just have 100 rupees, so I’d rather buy a ring,

And he said 

Baji take both (the earning and ring) with you 

I said, No I can’t, I inquired about his name, 

He told his name is omer! 

SO omer said baji, there is no such worry, just take these, koi masla nahi 

I asked: Omer what If your owner finds out.
He said, I’d say I gave to my elder sister, and I’d pay him from my daily wage and he won’t find out, he said in lowered voice
So it took me by surprise how this little boy could be this generous in this zamana (rant, sigh) 
So he packed both for me, and i started walking away. 

I went back to mom and asked for the money( yep, never gonna stop) 

And I went and gave him his money, and some more because I just found a younger brother in him.
He asked my name, I told him.

And he had a smile so innocent I wish I could’ve captured

Omer thank you for making me believe in Good that exists around us, but we many times are unable to seeđź’•


Had you

In the nights like this,
Where fall haven’t yet bid farewell 
And the winter seems so near,
I hold myself from thinking 
But, thoughts come rushing 
Had you been the fire,

I would’ve burnt myself to stay warm from the cold air.

Had you been a book,
I would’ve read every night, tracing lines with gentle caress.

Had you been the moon,
I would’ve stolen the silver, and bathed myself in

Had you been a river,
I would’ve quenched my thirst, that didn’t seem to end

Had you been a star,
I would’ve read our future in lines etched On our hands 

Had you been a flower,
I would’ve memorised every note of scent in my soul, to keep me from forgetting 

Had you been a dream,
I would’ve never waken up from deepest of my slumber

Had you been a scar,
I would’ve proudly wear you my skin

Had you been a fantasy,
I would’ve weaved it in ten folds, to keep me sane. 

Broken bright

She is a mad, mad girl,

In autum nights, 

She dresses up in red,


Waits for him, 

At dinner table

Clock struck 3

And he isn’t here,

He wasn’t meant to be

Broken brights,

Her Shattered dreams, 

Life will pass her by,

And he, will never see,

Never see… 

The eyes 

Here is to the tear, 

That don’t just fall from the eye,

You start wondering why?

You feel the ache, 

As words part your heart in two,

Your heart does bleed blue,

Everything around you goes blank,

You’re there just subtly drinking it all up,

Telling yourself,

Dare you not!!

Shed a tear, 

But something happens more frantically,

Takes up all courage but still eyes blurry 

You don’t want to see what the moment holds for you,

You die, a little more 

And your heart freezes for infinity. 

Thoughts before sleep


Let’s cuddle the moon, and put stars to bed,
Blowing clouds to beat the race,
waking up with sun kissed flowers in our hair

Shaping the sand to make castle,
Knowing sea will wash them away,
We bury our hands
hoping we will hush,
their maddening wrath

Touching heart like sometimes metaphor does,
We scribble each thought on skin fragile,
Painting each other in hues and shades



And in silence I found,
All there was for me to hear,
Delusional, and scrambled..
I fathom thoughts in your ivory shades scribbles.
Lost, yet so close and relatable,
I seek the raced beats of your heart, summoned.
Incomprehensible, yet understandable.
I’ve an abode near,
The crystal blue lake, carrying universe in a closed fist
I do not have divine pleasure to have you in my life, oh beloved,
But still in all impossibilities,
I’ve all of you in all of me, carved for eternity.

Your words


I’d then drink the words
falling from your mouth,
hoping I’d taste the
And yearnings,
You write about..
Maybe then, I’d be able to
Leave the traces of my never ending love,
Maybe then you’d understand,
I do crave you in the way, same.

Tu me manques


The tormenting brief silence,
That follows after I say,
“I missed you”
On your face washed with the waves
Of ocean blue,
I hope you can see and feel it too,
That had your face been a book,
I’d keep it close to my chest,
I’d feel, try to dive, sink in depth of every word inked,
And I’d trace your name on a sheet left blanked,
I’d stumble upon every punctuation,
Not caring,
Sighing, believing…
That had you been a spring flower,
I’d sniff the intoxicating aroma,
Not momentarily,
I’d get lost in you for eternity.




How did you pick the pieces up?

of your soul shattered,

And hopes all dying..

With the memory of her fading in dark

and dreams all sailing in demise.

And I’m told,

This is the least hurt she could put you through,

So i wonder-

If she has ever confessed her love for YOU?




He’s burning,

The emulsion,

A reflection of her burnt shadows,

He may forge the riot

with calmness!

But i know, his soul is ablaze.

He foresees, his future ahead.

His asylum, under her lash