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“Hello? How are you?” I ask.

“Fine, Dad,” he replies.

“We are fine, too. How are things at home? The network here is really poor. The roof was leaking last night. But I have managed to find a solution for it. Your mother misses you. When will you come?” I ask him.

“One question at a time, Dad. I even forgot what you’d asked earlier. We will come the next time I avail a holiday. This time we are going to Singapore,” he says.

“Okay. Have fun. Let me know in case I can help with anything,” I say to him like I have been saying all along.

“Yeah, yeah. Like you could,” he says and scoffs.

“Did you say anything, son?” I ask. I pretend not to be able to hear his words.

“Nothing, Dad. Goodnight,” he says and disconnects the call.

I hobble back to the room where my wife is adjusting her hearing-aid. She asks if I had a chat with my son. I nod. She asks about his well-being. I tell her that he is fine.

I read her eyes which wait for me to tell her when he’d be coming. I know that she reads in my eyes that it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

And somehow like this, we have shared twenty years together.

The next afternoon, a postman with an envelope appears on my doorstep. I adjust my spectacles as I read the address it is from. It’s from my son.

I tear it open and find money. I don’t even bother to count it.

‘For the leaking roof,’ a note reads.

I smile.

The roof in my house is just fine. Little did my son realise that I needed no envelope. All I needed was his presence.




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While flirting with the taste of time

We forget to add spices of faith and hope,

Caramelised stones of memories

Lie bland & allis lost in stirred tea cup of dreams,

Reality becomes the dish best served when chilled

On the glass of life not well-cocktailed with love.

PAST being the light starter is usually avoided

PRESENT is a heavy sumptuous meal too much to digest

FUTURE is a dessert often too sweet to handle by the wisdom teeth,

Half- baked ideas set at 180 degrees in the pre-head oven of mind

Buttered with thoughts of gains,

Later, expectations & needs join in sautéed with greed

And egos scrambled…

Foes planting their eyes in others business rush in when smell something fishy

Poking the tooth- picks into others jaws

Instead of picking up flaws of their own!!




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There hung a rope, tough, 

Fingers sung of pain as he held, 

Hanging off about to fall in the pit 

If he ever tried to let go. 

And he was driven to hold on 

As long as he was alive, 

Even if he wasn’t as strong 

As he thought he was. 

But, his beliefs were washed away 

With the beads of sweat 

That fell off his forehead 

Into the crypt. 

Days passed, years fled, 

And he hung with a death dread. 

One day, he knew, 

It was the end, good or bad. 

He let go, but not to be dead, 

The wire had elongated so that,

His feet were planted on the earth. 

He then knew that holding on, 

Was a good thing;

But also that letting go,

In the right time mattered too…




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Her craved groans would cast a chill

down her spine and unleash her will,

yet as I kissed her peachy fruit,

she peaked like the heavens broke loose,

for what worth bears a queen if she rides

And gleams like anything but a queen.

Sloppy she rode ‘til her sacred mystique did ooze

the wine unsavoury, which fell like a blessing

to the destined lips.

Ah, love, give me a silent summer kiss.

Her aroma is paralysing

for the senses, so I walk away to

the new born sun with a taste of her lips

still on my tongue, her scent in my clothes.

For all a heart wants is a sacred cloaked touch

but the coveted memory of her touch eclipses

whatever follows her trail,

beyond the stretch of fantasia.

She awakes a lust to revisit what

almost untwines her knots masked

by a warm breath, but I would rather clutch

the untouched corners of her heart

which prison a lust so vicious,

I retrace the steps away from her bed and her

to deny the whims of the morning whilst

the moments stir and worship the lust

which may last and tease

for another beautiful forever,

for she lusts for the thrusts

and the ecstatic flare without a seed,

to remember the night,

for she’s smiling in her sleep.



Hello Everyone, I hope that you enjoyed the second and the final installment of this poem given here above…

And if you still haven’t yet read the first part yet, here’s the link👇:

One Wild Night🌃❤😉 (Part-I)

ONE WILD NIGHT!!🌃❤😉 (Part-I)


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As thy skies unpeel the morning lights on her, I see

her stripped elegance masked by the morning dew

which so elegantly cups her golden-silvery innocence,

but I’ve seen the few moments of her intense wild

which unveil the goddess that lurks amongst

the evil waters she drowned me in,

the bosoms of heaven she boasted off whilst

I spent eternities caressing her peachy peach,

cloven by the roots of Belteshazzar.

I summon her love as she screams

to visit the almost unfelt moist stings

whilst she impossibly dreams

of the pleasures undefined,

I look for words to take her to bliss

but no touch so passionate would do,

neither a thrust so vigorous

but a silent summer kiss

on her neck and so she closed her eyes

and she moaned savagely.

Ah, love, you just peaked.

She would smoke and she would bite

and so the graves would stir,

for to arouse the forgotten

and the insatiable dead,

she need not moan….. 

(To be continued…😉)




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I Like You.

Right here, is the bare truth.

And I am done.

I am done acting like it’s okay when it’s not.
I am done talking to you, aching for you to understand me and you pretending like it’s just a normal conversation. I am done trying to pretend like it’s okay to let this go, even without trying.

Because you know what? 

We’ve been so trapped in all these social mazes. Pathways that restrict you to talk about EXACTLY what’s going on inside you. These sly bastards of protocols just making you tweak the words, not look at someone you like too much, not let them know how much you feel, when you just want to do all of the above. And that too, a lot.

We’ve forgotten how utterly freeing honesty can be. When you just walk up to someone who vibes with your heart to tell them that, “Hey, I may not know you, but I want to. Because somehow my soul feels a little more welcome around you, a little more alive.

But we won’t. We don’t.

We’ll hide. 

We’ll play chase. 

We’ll go “You have to want me first for me to want you.” Or. “If you invest this much in me, I’ll invest equally.” 

We stomp upon our hearts, we lie awake thinking why we feel this way, why we feel so much.

God, we are so afraid.
We are so afraid to get hurt. We are so afraid of pain. 

And that’s exactly why we push away from anything that kicks us off our comfort. 

We want to fall in love but we don’t want to give it all. 

We want to kiss till 4 a.m. but don’t want to bare our hearts. 

We want to look into each other’s eyes but not embrace the demons and fears lurking in their depths.
Ah, but what if I want to just come to you and tell you that I love you? 

That I don’t give two fucks about these idiotic rules. 

That on a planet with feeling beings, trying not to feel is just so wasted. 

That I’d like to give us a chance. A fair chance.

And I don’t mean half-hearted promises. I mean the kind of words that are followed by actions to cement them into time and space.
So would you?

Would you allow me in, 



It is the fifth day since I last slept, and I cannot construct one coherent sentence out of my cerebral capacity.My mom had called me yesterday. I was still frisking the air for words when she hung up. The phone had rung thrice. I remember.

My room smells of gore and puke. Lover sits before me – immobile – his eyes upturned, half-open, like a door left ajar, unsure if he wants to let go of his thinning hold on this pretty world.

I remember it was last Monday that lover told me about a girl who had caught his fancy. He said he wanted an escape. I had spent days crying and begging for him to stay. But he left.

That girl lies dead, next to him, in my room.

Lover sits here before me, a splinter jutting from his mangled neck. It had gloriously spurted arterial blood when I shoved a broken bottle down his throat.

Lover had always had a thing for empty bottles.

I pick up my phone and text: “Hey mom! It’s a lovely day here. I’ll go out and have some wine today. Love.”

Lover is staring at me. His gaze, I tell you!— He always gave me butterflies in the stomach with that gaze of his.

I smile.

“I love you,” I whisper, gently slitting his wrists, “forever. ”

I kiss his gnarled lip. I think I can sleep now.



Being single is hard; not because you need someone to lean on, someone to love, someone who would love you, but because how much people around you try to make you realise that you better find someone soon or you’ll end up alone.

When you’re single, there’ll be so many times that you’ll hear phrases like, “Give it a shot!”, “He really likes you, at least give him a chance!”, “You know, if you never try, you’ll never know”.

And after a while, you start to get annoyed because they don’t understand. They don’t understand that you are happy this way, that you don’t want to ‘give it a shot’ only to find some happiness that, of course, will be short lived.

And this is because often when you start getting into relationships just for the sake of being in one, you start failing at them. What results is a series of mishaps, a long string of failed relationships, and in the end, the false realisation that there is something wrong with you; that you drive people away; that you’ll never be good enough for anyone to stay.

And someday, you’ll find someone who treats you better than the people you’ve been with before, and you’ll settle for him/her, convinced that you’ve finally found the right one for yourself.

It’s a rather confusing procedure, isn’t it?

Stop, I say.

Stop chasing love. Stop settling for what you get based on comparisons. You deserve so much more than what you’ve settled for. You’re worth so much more.

Start loving yourself, and love yourself so much that you don’t need anybody else’s love. Stop needing someone to love you and tell you how wonderful you are. You’re amazing enough, stop needing someone to validate your existence.

Love will find you in its own sweet time. And when it finally does, you’ll know what you’ve saved yourself for, all this time.

And I promise it will be totally worth it.

Till then, just have the hope of finding the love that you truly deserve, and that will be enough to make you happy throughout all the days.




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Knock, knock!!

Knock, knock!!

Hey, mate. Recognize me? Well, of course you do. I am the same little voice in your head that you keep talking to. I thought I should remind you that you are not alone. I am here just for you.

When God created you, He knew that a time will come when you’ll feel lonely and you’ll have nobody to go to. And He created me for you.

I am a part of you, do you feel me? I live in your heart, I run in your blood and I am a part of your soul.

Remember the times when you get so excited about something and you don’t have anyone to share it with? You talk to me, your inner voice, and you share your happiness with me. 

Those midnights when you sit alone under the sky, looking at the stars and thinking about your dreams, you tell me all the possible ways of chasing your dreams. You don’t think about the impossibilities, because at that particular moment, you can give it your all to get what you want.

Remember those big fights with your best friend? The person you share everything with? You sit alone in your room that night and tell me that no matter how big the fight is, he’ll always be your best friend. That night you cry for him while sharing with me all the beautiful memories of him. I feel so proud of your sincerity at that time.

The day when you see your crush walking across the hallway, a million thoughts come into your mind when she passes you a sweet smile. I enjoy it while you imagine marrying her someday.

You are never able to express how much you love your Mom and Dad, do you? You are always shy in front of them and never say anything but when you are alone with me, you silently pray for their health and comfort. I love making plans with you of buying all the gifts for your parents with your first salary.

And when you see something in the shop that you can’t afford, you complain to me about the little amount of pocket money that you get and I always remind you that you don’t need to buy that stuff anyway.  

I am here for you when you fail your exam you studied whole night for. When you feel like a loser and can’t face it. I am here to tell you that a single exam can’t judge your intelligence. You are far better than this.

And then there are days that are dark and gloomy. When your head is full of stressful thoughts. When nobody seems to understand what you are going through and you can’t find the right words to express it. I listen to you as you think about giving up. You are vulnerable and weak at that moment. You feel disconnected and overwhelmed. But I never let you feel alone. I always remind you that you can talk to me about it. 

I know your highs and your lows. I know your dreams and obsessions. I know your strengths and weaknesses.

I just want to tell you that no matter what, I am always going to be by your side because I am You. I am alive as long as you are and I am only yours. I understand your emotions and you can always talk to me about them. We are in this together and it doesn’t matter if anybody else supports you or not, I always will. 

So cheers, mate! Because this little inner voice of yours will never leave you alone. This inner voice is with you, always.