Friendship of convenience

Isn't it funny how all those "Friends Forever" promise change in a split second?
How all hours and hours of conversations changes into minutes of arguments?
How all the trust disappears when the person you trusted the most turns their back on you because they have got a new shiny toy to play with? And you go on waiting and waiting and asking what you did wrong and getting angry and upset and hurt. And then eventually when you decided to let go , thinking maybe they are happy being away from you and that you don't deserve all this unjustified pain, they come back claiming they had never gone?

Well, I'll just sit here and answer this above question now.

Is this what dreams are made of?

He came to see me that day. I was at home and so were a few other people, all running up and down with a frenzy. Lots of work was going on in my house and outside on the street. People were flooding in and going out. It was a scene from movie.


It was a surprise really. I wasn’t expecting him home. I saw him at the door and I smiled, he knew how seeing him always made me happy. I took him to my room and we sat there. We were going through the usual routine of “Hi, how are you?” when I sensed a sadness in his eyes, like a thick cloudy form of pain. But, he covered it up so well with his gibberish and random jokes; he made me believe there was none. I didn’t believe my mind, I didn’t believe my eyes , just this once I believed my heart and decided he was in pain. There was a reason to his visit, I realized. I was about to ask him what was wrong and what he was holding back, but before I could a voice called me downstairs. There was work to be done. I told him I’d be back in a second.

When wrong is right...

I have no words to say,
What we make of this,
Because we oppose everything
In which we once believed.



We tell each other everything,
And yet we deny.
We complicate simple things
And then we apologize.

Lonely Lights.

Light and dark, outside the window.
Loud noises and blasts.
Smoke and smog.
A charred smell.
A few sad statuses on facebook.
Sympathy.
A dog running away, howling.
A shallow silence and then again a blast.

Damn, Its just a lonely diwali.

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She thinks she's like that. She isn't.

That time when she slept her shallow sleep, She dreamed of kainene lost in the war. She dreamed of all the things she lost and din't want back. She dreamed of feeling sad, even regretful for what happened.She dreamed of waking up and thinking of dying and not moving.She was in that state where she din't know what she was thinking was dreaming or reality. She felt hungry and longed for things whose taste she din't like. She dreamed writing about it. She knew would write and she knew nobody would understand what she wrote. But, she would write it still. This time, just for herself. It was important.