Category Archives: Poems

This category holds all my poems in the niche…Enjoy Reading…

Chai pe charcha

Chai ka bhala ab lafzon se kya kahoon
jab dil se yun baat nikalti hai,
subah ki ek, dopahar ki do
aur shaam ki teen toh banti hai.

Chaahe aashiq kaho chaahe kaho nashedi,
mai’n pyaar ke pyaale mein bhi, thodi si to chai bharta hoon,
mehboob to aate jaate rahenge,
main cutting se mohabbat karta hoon.

Hai’n dost mere aise bhi
jo coffee chaav se peete hai,
samaj nahi paata par sochta hoon aksar
ye saale aise kaise jeete hain?

Starbucks waali cappuchino pee le
ya vo 200 waali pheeki espresso wahi,
tu laut ke phir aayega tapri par shaamko
aur lagegy tujhe udhaar waali cutting hi sahi.

Fir nakhre kyun karta hai tu,
sophistication ke aad mein kyu marta hai tu,
chal ek kaam karte hai
shaamko nukkad pe milte hai,
tujhe adrak waali special pilaata hoon
teri hone waali bhabhi – jo ye bhi nahi jaanti ki tera bhai kon hai –
uske baare mein batata hoon.

Mohabbat waali koi baat nahi
mohabbato’n ke chochle nahi hote aasaan,
par mohabbat shayad mujhe kabhi hui hi nahi,
phir manaa leta hoon apne dil ko ye kehkar
ki shayad, ye zaroori bhi toh nahi.
Ye crush hai,
hafte mein ikkis baaees toh hote hai
bed par 2 logon ke liye jagah nahi boss,
apan toh taang failaa kar sote hai

Chalti rahi hai ab tak zindagy
chalegy aage bhi aise hi sahi,
thodisi tulsi, thoda adrak phudina,
chini chai mein apne utni hi,
crushes se one-sided pyaar hota hai apna jitna.


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Posted by on January 21, 2018 in Poems


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Pale blue chudidar

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In her pale blue chudidar, on seat 15A
she sits quietly staring out of the window.

Whispering, “We’re about to take off and I’ll call you as we land”,
she neatly tucks her phone in her bag.

As the flight rushes on the runway,
she squeezes her fingers tight
with her left palm.
She probably doesn’t know that I’m still looking at her
and watching her discomfort, in her calm

Trying to get a shut-eye,
she leans on the window.
Little does she know even the sun wants to play
with her a bit, from behind the clouds.

15 minutes in the air,
the air-hostess comes with refreshments,
gives me my coffee black and
leans to wake her up.
“It’s okay, she’s with me, thank you”, I blurt

…in my mind.

The flight lands and her phone buzzes with
I’m at the gate, hon:)

Her sleep is broken
and so is my heart


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Posted by on November 27, 2017 in Poems




As I read about people offering
food packets and shelter,
to the ones stranded in the rains, on the streets, away from home,

A crow stares at me
from the branch of the tree right outside my window,
getting drenched,
probably thinking about his family.


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Posted by on August 31, 2017 in Poems


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If you could


You’ll start by writing to her,
And you wouldn’t expect her to write back to you, a handwritten letter,
but she would,
She wouldn’t expect you to fly to her, out of nowhere, just to see her,
but you would,
You wouldn’t expect her to hug you, a way which leaves you asking for time to stop,
but she would,
And she wouldn’t expect you to sniff her hair in that hug, tightening the hug,
but you would,
You wouldn’t expect her to laugh her heart out to your crappy jokes, as you two have dinner overlooking the moon in the river,
but she would,
She wouldn’t expect you to hold her as she leans on your shoulder, silently staring at the stars,
but you would,
And you wouldn’t expect her to lean in that kiss, and feel the warmth, as her lips melt in yours,
but she would,
She wouldn’t expect you to pick her up in that kiss, as her fingers pull your hair,
but you would,
You wouldn’t expect her to lose all her clothes, pulling you so close,
but she would,
She wouldn’t expect you to kiss every inch of her beautiful naked body, licking those curves, kissing her neck, those neck bones, her nipples, her navel,
but you would…
You wouldn’t expect her to bare her soul to you, as you two lay under that blanket, breathing softly, whispering your stories,
but she would,
And she wouldn’t expect you to kiss her eyes as a tear rolls down in the middle of that story,
but you would,
You wouldn’t expect her to sleep in spoon, with your arm around her, and feel the safest she’s ever felt,
but she would,
She wouldn’t expect you to wake up early, just so that you can watch her sleep and capture that sweet sight in the reel of your mind,
but you would,
You wouldn’t expect her to kiss you that parting kiss, a soft slow kiss that lingers,
but she would…

You two wouldn’t expect any of this to happen,
but it would

Just promise me, you wouldn’t stop yourself from loving again, if you could




Posted by on August 12, 2017 in Poems


In the length of that moment

Suddenly, your eyes meet mine,
and in the length of that moment,
I feel –
the rush of when a roller-coaster, climbing the rails, almost reaches the peak,
the calm of when a dew drop, rolling down the leaf, slowly leaves the tip,
the ruckus the winds create just before the storm,
the peace of when the moonlight reflects from the surface of a gently flowing river,
the solitude of when you’re standing still and the water recedes from the shore, taking away the sand from under your feet,
the oneness of when a puff of smoke disappears in the air
the melancholy of parting,
and the joy of the reunion,
the awe of staring at a clear night sky full of stars,
the fear of impermanence of ecstasy
the warmth of when a cloud hugs a mountain, just before the rain,
and the hope of when the sun rises from the ocean, kissing the horizon again

It’s been days and weeks and months and years, my love,
but when I close my eyes and our eyes meet,
in the length of that moment, I feel all of this

And I dream a bit more of you
because, I don’t know, how not to




Posted by on July 5, 2017 in Poems


Between you, me and New York

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I’ve told the trees of Central Park
the story of how I met you,
and they were listening intently, to every word I spoke, without blinking,
like you do

I’ve told the Hudson about those nights we’ve spent together,
laying on your bed, under my blanket,
Yes, I know I should have skipped that last part

Brooklyn Bridge knows a couple of things about you –
not much, just the basic ones like
how many sugars you take in your coffee
and how you hate pineapples, apart from on pizza,
how you love wearing my used t-shirts
and how you keep re-reading my handwritten letters,
how you used to smile when I hugged you from behind
and how you used to melt in my arms when I kissed you at night

They all ask me why aren’t we together,
I smile and tell them –
“We don’t want to break the promise we never made”



Posted by on May 28, 2017 in Poems


Two and a half steps

two and a half steps

Taking two and a half steps,
Placing an order for donuts,
I fell for the girl at the cash counter;
Smiling at me, looking into my eyes locking the stare,
She tore the bill from the machine,
And as I started surfing in the wave of thoughts
Of how she would –
Wake me up with that smile,
And make my day with that smile,
Hug me tight as I come back home,
And kiss me to sleep with that smile –
Her phone rang with, “Husband” calling
And she answered it quick, with that smile

Turning back from the counter
Thinking probably it’s not my day,
Smiling at my bag of donuts,
I started walking away

Two and a half steps
And I fell for this girl walking towards a table
She was struggling with her bags,
Blonde hair
flying at the mercy of the air,
Our eyes met around the aisle
Just for a second or two, but it seemed like a while
And as she passed by me, she pushed a smile,
Turning back to look at her
I started surfing in those waves again,
I thought how she’d make me breakfast everyday,
maybe even cupcakes and milkshakes in month of May,
and how we’ll snuggle and cuddle and sleep in spoon
in the diamond-lit sky of the dark new moon,
and how she’d kiss, a sip of the coffee and a sip of me
I thought of how our lives would be,
She placed the bags at the table and kissed that guy,
I fell from that imaginary surf board as the wave passed by

I shrugged and sighed and slid a smile,
And walked outta the door, following that aisle,
Thought I’d just float for a while in that lull of pain,
Two and half steps,
And guess what –
A wave…
A wave hit me again!


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Posted by on March 11, 2017 in Poems