I want to fall in love

As someone who has always been fixated by the big picture, I often forget to find joy in life and get buried under a mound of work and stress. And lately, I’ve been making an effort to just take a few moments to breathe, to look around me and find pleasure in what is around…

Cry

There’s a common misconception that crying is a sign of weakness. And it’s a stereotype we need to break. Crying is often therapeutic and it’s a healthy way to express emotion. It’s a way to overcome difficult feelings and must be normalized for men, women, parents and kids. To describe that, I’ve written a short…

Featured in the Indian Pen Anthology

Super excited to share that some of my poetry was featured in the Indian Pen Anthology. It’s always gratifying when your work is appreciated. Thank you so much for all the support, it helps me grow everyday! It’s available on Amazon kindle and hard copy! Link shared below.

I sank to swim

I gasped for air as, I sputtered out the salt, Paralyzed by fear, my insides somersault. As we charted further, the line that flirted with, The brown and the blue, was just a bygone myth. And I finally jumped, saline mixed with snot, Sank deeper and deeper, just me and my thoughts. First screaming in…

When I cut open his chest

I still remember, That pungent odour, As I slit his throat, In one clean stroke. My knife moved, Across his parched skin, From the dip below his chin, To the hollow in his stomach. As I reached in, And grabbed his heart, Quelled by infarct, Couldn’t help but wonder About words unsaid, Paths untread, Moments…

Reminiscing of color

I wanted to write a piece describing the stark contrast between life as a child and life today. One that sheds light on the polarizing difference between the content, slow, happy life as a child and the monotonous, blunt, one dimensional wake-up-work-sleep routine that adults have. I had an incredible childhood in a lot of…

Monkey-mind

Having spent a LOT of my days on autopilot, only finding joy in the moment I slipped into bed, I often wondered when it would get better. When I would leap out of bed with a giant smile and find joy in every moment. When my mind wouldn’t be constantly scrolling down that goddamn, never-ending…

Still Shackled

I wrote this after I watched the move Thappad (Hindi) which left a deep, lasting impression on me. It’s about the insidious patriarchy that we see in today’s seemingly modern world. Would love to hear your views! “Thoda Bardasht karna sikhna chahiye auraton ko.” Which roughly translates to, ‘women must learn to tolerate some unfairness…

Did I even like blue?

As the sky turned purple,the moment day meets night,I waited for you, my dear,under the broken streetlight,my mind drifted with the wind,to the day I first saw you,In the fine three-piece suitmade your eyes a deeper blueand your wife on your arm,not a hair out of place,she enthralled the whole room,with a queen’s regal grace,You…

Would you judge a doctor by their appearance?

Doctors are humans first, physicians second. If you saw your doctor in a bar or a restaurant holding a drink, would that cause you to question them? If you saw your gynecologist on a lovely beach in Bali, wearing a bikini, would that make you rethink her competence as a physician? I have always been…