Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Ghosts by the fire

They gathered around the fire
Their cups filled with hot drinks
The day was tiring so they needed the rest
Some leaned on one another
And some leaned on the dead log
Some stared at the night sky
Their eyes searching the stars
Some looked into the fire
Their minds deep in thought
And then one of them said:
"Do you believe in humans?"
"Shhhh..... don't start this. This is not the right time."

But it was too late, everyone leaned in
Leaned in to hear stories
Leaned in to tell tales
And leaned in so that the humans couldn't reach them.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018


I am not so good with spoken words. And therefore I have always wanted to write and share whatever came into my mind and I have done so on many occassions. But I have also written so many stuff that never made it to the screens because I was worried about what people would say or even think. My family, my friends, my teachers, friends of friends and even random people who might stumble upon my writings.
And even now I am not sure about how this will make people react. But earlier today I realised that it shouldn't matter anymore which is stupid because I knew this all along. I just let it get in the way of what I wanted to do. And the worst part is I know that I will end up doing the same thing in the future as well if I don't change.
I have failed miserably at maintaining this blog because I have been very inconsistent. And I have been inconsistent because I let such things get to me. So this year I am trying my best to get rid of this inconsistency by doing this thing called the project365 on Instagram where I post a haiku each day. If I can write down three lines everyday then I can develop the habit of writing everyday or so I thought.
It's been 45 days into this self-imposed challenge meaning I have posted 45 haikus of which a few are not mine and a few are from my older posts pre-project. And each time I reposted I put a note that said "mind block" which is actually not entirely true. I write a few haikus everyday. It's just that most of them are things that may raise some eyebrows; personal stuff and opinions on things that may lead people to judge or misjudge me.
But as I pondered my brain today to come up with an audience friendly, neutral haiku I couldn't help myself but write this:
      "I still remember
       The Fourteenth of February
       And the time we spent"

I have a very fond memory of this day from two years ago when I was in college. But that relationship or whatever one chooses to call it is over now and I have long since moved on with my life, admittedly with a lot of difficulty. And as I typed in the lines on my phone I thought to myself, "Dude, you are supposed to have moved on. People might think that you are still not over her." (And yes, I call myself "dude" when I think to myself and even "bro" sometimes). But then again I also thought that moving on doesn't mean forget everything and starting fresh. To be honest I don't know what moving on means exactly but I do know that my past doesn't bother me anymore and I can now look back and say I had a great time and made a lot of good memories in that short period. And today's was just one of those wonderful memories.
I ended up arguing with myself for about five mintues about this and finally made up my mind (thank god!), to not let such trivial things bother me for the greater good of myself.
I want to be a writer someday but I let such things like what people may think bother me. I do want my readers to think, talk, and speculate, but about my writings not me.
So for the good of myself and my readers I pray and hope that god blesses me with the strength to push away all the obstacles in my path and inspire me enough to keep moving even if by an inch everyday. It's as they say, "shake shake god shake, in the end I shake". ( :-P)

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Ay mere nadan dil
Akhir chahata kya hai tu zindagi se
Na tu kisi ki sunta hai
Na kisi ko kuch bata ta hai
Kabhi bohot jaldi mein rehta hai
Kabhi dhuniya idar ki udar ho jati hai
Aur tu wahi ka wahi rehjata hai
Kabhi tu khushi ki asoo baha ta hai
Toh kabhi gam mein dhooba rehta hai
Kabhi bheed mein tu tanha rehta hai
Toh kabhi tanhayi mein ek yar miljata hai tujhe
Kabhi tu logo ko haasa ta hai
Aur kabhi unko rulata hai tu

Kehne ko toh hum bhi ek shayar hai
Par mahino mein ek shayari bhi na lik paaye

Jab dil se kuch likta hoon
Toh yeh dimaag poochta hai
Bhai, duniya kya sochegi?
Saab ko kush karna seehklo

Aur jab dimaag se likta hoon
Toh yeh dil kehta hai
Bhai, kya tujhe sahi mein aisa laag ta hai?
Apne aap ko bhi khush karna seekhlo

Dil ki soonu ya dimaag ki
Khud ke liye likhoon
Ya likhoon sab ke liye

Wednesday, 16 August 2017


As the bus halted near what looked like an abandoned school gymnasium, somewhere inside the old town, the coach instructedthe boys to do some warm up drills inside the gym.
“I will go and talk with your opponents for today, who should be on the other side of the building.” The coach left before the boys could ask anything.
“Thank god, we are not here to clean or repair these worn out buildings.” Dawa sighed.
“Well boys, you heard the coach. Looks like we will be playing ball today. Let’s warm up.” Penjor, the team captain from the previous seemed like the right person for the job that year as well. He lead the warm up exercises and drills very efficiently.
Fifteen minutes into the warm up drills, the coach walked in. He didn’t look like he was there to coach the team, instead he looked like he was there to play against them. He was followed by a group of middle aged men, all wearing the same uniform. And at the end of the line Chophel and Dawa saw an undeniably familiar face.
“Phew! Looks like we’ll be screwed bro.” Dawa said as he nudged Chophel with his elbow.
“Learn to lose before you learn to win.” Chophel thought out loud.
The other boys looked confused.
“The man at the end of the line is Chophel’s father. He was our first basketball coach and in fact the one who got us into basketball in the first place,” Dawa explained, “And what Chophel said right now is what uncle told us after he thrashed us in our first ever basketball match.”
“How old were you guys?”
“Five.” Chophel and Dawa said in unison.
“Don’t worry boys, we are younger, quicker and even taller than most of them.” Penjor said as he observed the men warming up at the other end of the court.
“I just hope the others are not as good as uncle Sonam.”
“Hey Dawa, you saw my dad’s team photo at my house, right?”
“Well, take a closer look at our opponents.”
“No way!!!! They are still playing?
“Guys, guys,” Penjor interrupted, “don’t get worked up over some have beens. You two can sit out today if you are that sacred.”
“Happily!” in unison which made the other boys laugh.

“So that’s what ‘learn to lose before you learn to win’ means, huh?” Penjor half said and half asked as he and the rest of the team sat down after the game.
The boys were out scored 73 to 10 at the end of the match.

On the way back the coach told the boys that practice timings might change every day and that they should keep an eye on the notice board.

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

When I am Up there

After a slow and satisfying walk
I sit down
And lose myself in the scenery
I see clouds changing shape and
The sunlight
Piercing the clouds
The wind hits me in the face
And I close my eyes
I am happy in that moment
I try capturing what I see when I am
Up there
But it never comes out the way I want it to
In pictures or on page
So I decide to just be in the moment
I look down and trace the path back home
Then to familiar houses
I have made a lot of promises up
Some kept and some

Still working on

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

I hate it when people make grammatical errors. And I hate it more when they mis-spell words. I mean I know everyone is not perfect but what's happening these days on social media is too much for me to take. I can accept spelling errors to some extend, for example, if someone spells "receive" as "recieve" then we can understand the confusion. And at this point I am even kind of okay (only as I am writing this)  with some of the shortcut spellings like "luv" instead of love because they do sound a bit similar and saves a lot of time and  "luv" doesn't mean anything else (to my knowledge). But "when are you cuming?" SERIOUSLY!!??? Behind my phone I am like, "I don't want to but if it's really important to you I can make it in 5 minutes." (If you know what I mean). Consider what the word you just spelt means too.
I know you guys are saving time so that you can save the world or something but you know what? Teachers taught you to spell words correctly for a reason (*no Hoobastank, not now). They wouldn't have bothered with the writing curriculum if you could just spell words however you wanted to. If not they could have just done the reading and speaking part and be done with. They could have saved time for themselves and done something better than you guys.