The Night We Met Episode 4

Monday, 3rd April, 2011. If you’re an Indian, you know what was the feeling. So much Energy and Enthusiasm every where. India just won a World Cup, and Bombay had gone berserk. Last night I had some friends over, in my apartment in Versova. We all went absolutely crazy. People came out on roads, dancing…

Notebook

Time has started to pass, Yet it feels it has come to an abrupt halt, These eyes going downhill as I look through my optic glass, I write to you today again, and there’s no running taste of salt. Your home is undisturbed, I didn’t move a table, your cassette player is here, I listen…

Astronauts

I was 7, when I first discovered the Shooting star,my first wish got real and that fact shook me apart;It was unbelievable, to get this far,yet it was far, so I promised to go near so pursued my heart. I was 9, I learnt about constellations,they were not so recognisable so momma got some glued…

3 Years of CreyenteAarav

15th March is a special date. My WordPress journey has completed it’s 3rd year. Every artist out there who’s creating content in some or the other form needs a whole lot of motivation from people who surrounds them. I feel the need of sharing this all of you that be it anybody that you are…

The Night We Met Episode 3

Tuesday, 6th December,2007. Winters to Bombay are what summers to North Canada. Me being from the dry state Rajasthan, where climate meant extremities I found this climate very stupid. Back Home, winters felt different. Not only the atmosphere but the food, how our play times used to change, how nights grew darker and longer, and…

One Master, One Soul

We are young, but our scars are ancient, We are stress less, but our minds are impatient, We are free, but there‚Äôs discrepancy all round the nation, We are true, without solace, and hesitation. We are open, for a good and hearty conversation, We are bound, do you feel my frustration? We are immature, as…

I’m The Night

People cross over bridges, over streets, over different cities, Luck favours these, who are bound to meet, but look at me, the night, only writing ditties, tempering extremities, separations with utmost sweet. ____________________ You’re the day, I’m the night, and we have never met, you’re swirling curls of daylight white, this is not our parting…