01 September 2017

My Catty Pari

She came like a cat, making absolutely no noise and scratched my blanket with her sharp nails. When I took the blanket off my face, she quickly made her way inside. My hands brushed against her hands below her naked shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and I felt her hands silky smooth and cold.

She came inside and hugged me tight and then rested her head on my left shoulder.
“I want to be in your arms. I want to hug you. I want to feel myself wrapped around your body,” she whispered in my ear before she kissed it.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her as I was totally surprised to have her body wrapped around my body, neck to neck, chest to chest, inside the blanket I had wrapped into, in the mosquito net.

Before I question her again, she held my lower lip in between tip of her fingers, slightly pressed it, pulled it towards her and kissed it with her wet set of lips. My hands were on her back then, she was wearing a top and a skirt.

After some really hot minutes of wet kisses, she changed her side and laid in front of me facing her back to me. While her head rested on my shoulder, she took my hand and kept moving it gently on her soft, rosy stomach and she made me play with her navel ring. I kissed her hair and neck from behind. I could distinctly hear her making soft, moaning sound as I kissed her ear and neck.

It felt real hot, lying there with her. We kept cuddling until we fell asleep.

When I woke up next morning, I was alone in the blanket. I did not know when she went to her own bed. For all such things, she was my "Catty Pari".

<*this post is an excerpt from an upcoming book, stay tuned, romantic winter is coming!>

23 July 2017

She moved on

Minutes passed like a day,
And day passed like a week.

Forehead, hair,
Lips or cheek,

I remembered her words when we kissed,
Take your pick.

We hardly spoke,
We texted less.

I tried more,
She tried less.

Cuteness ran away,
Her love faded.

Fate laughed at me,
Tears eye shaded.

Some more gloomy days passed.

I grew hair,
She had new haircuts.

Her parties continued,
I skipped college trips.

She attended all of her friend's birthday parties,
I skipped all of my friend’s birthday parties.

I worried much,
She cared less.

I gave up on trying,
She never tried.

She changed, she was a different person,
I tried changing myself, I couldn’t.

I tried changing her back, I couldn't,
She didn’t want to, she didn’t want me to.

I kept calling her, she didn’t pick.
She changed her numbers, she didn’t share until next few weeks.

Love hurts, stop loving, she said,
The heart loves, keep loving, I said.

What was my life but a mess,
She moved on, one boyfriend less.

Days stressed, nights stretched,
My own bed, refused me sleep.

She took me mountains high, pushed me off the cliff,
Wished me luck, as I fell down, the valley deep.

19 July 2017

Ruminating birthday thoughts

happy bday to me

  • When you are single, only good thing about your 29th birthday is that you are not 30 yet. 

  • Seven years and that one girl never wished you on your birthday, and the eighth year she wishes, she is not yours.

  • Consider yourself lucky if people remember your birthday when you are alive.

  • You should forgive all married friends who don't wish you on your birthday. You know, dead people don't wish anyone, not with a smiley face.

  • Best friends are those who are more excited on your birthday than you, not because they like you but to have one more free party meal.

Relationships, marriage:
  • The only good thing about being single is you save all the trouble of going through one more breakup.

  • Your true happy wedding will the one you don't attend. That will make both of you happy, for forever.

  • The best year to get married will be printed on your wedding card.

26 June 2017

पावसात, तू मनात ...

तू मनात ...
भिजलेली तू ,
अन, चिंब रात ...

तू मनात ...

सैल मन माझे ,
उंच आकाशी ...
भिजलेले नभ,
तुझ्या केसात ...

तू मनात ...

ओल्या उबीचा ,
घट्ट हात ...
खिडकीतल्या मिठीतील गोड ,
नाजूक ती अन बात ...

तू मनात ...

मिठीतील तो ,
शहारे हात ...
डोळ्यांची ती ,
निःशब्द बात ...

तू मनात ...

तू मनात ...
भिजलेली तू ,
अन, चिंब रात ...

28 May 2017

ओठोंपे आती है अब बस तेरीही बात

ओठोंपे आती है,
अब बस तेरीही बात 
तेरे बिना में जाना,
कैसे ये कांटू रात 

दिन ये यु ढलता है, 
और सूरज जलता है 

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पर दिल तो मांगे है,
चाँदनी तेरा साथ 

ओठोंपे आती है,
अब बस तेरीही बात 
तेरे बिना में जाना,
कैसे ये कांटू रात 

जग ने जब ठुकराया, 
तूने थामा था हाथ 
तू भी तो छोड़ गयी अब,
क्यूँ दो पल देके साथ? 

ओठोंपे आती है,
अब बस तेरीही बात 
तेरे बिना में जाना,
कैसे ये कांटू रात

22 February 2017

कसली माल दिसतेय

मला माहीत आहे,

तुला figurative बोलायला आवडतं म्हणून,

पण म्हणून काय मला, तू तिला, "कसली माल दिसतेय" म्हटलेलं पटणार नाही...

14 February 2017

ग्वाड झालं, ग्वाड झालं...

हळुवार जिणं माझं,
द्वाड झालं, द्वाड झालं,
तुझ्या संगतीने सजना,
आता कसं, ग्वाड झालं...

द्वाड झालं, द्वाड झालं,
तुझ्या संगतीने सजना,
आता कसं, ग्वाड झालं...

वाळवंटी जगणं हे,
कोरडं बघणं हे,
सरीने तुझ्या, प्रेमाच्या,
हिरवं शिवार झालं...

द्वाड झालं, द्वाड झालं,
तुझ्या संगतीने सजना,
आता कसं, ग्वाड झालं...

नात्यांच्या या दुनियेत,
सुख कसं बाजारू झालं,
हसणं तुझं तेंव्हा बघ,
जगण्या आधार झालं...

द्वाड झालं, द्वाड झालं,
तुझ्या संगतीने सजना,
आता कसं, ग्वाड झालं...

चेहऱ्याचा साज तू,
अन जगण्याचा ताज तू,
मनही माझं, तनही माझं,
कवाचं बघ तुझंच झालं...

द्वाड झालं, द्वाड झालं,
तुझ्या संगतीने सजना,
आता कसं, ग्वाड झालं...

हळुवार जिणं माझं,
द्वाड झालं, द्वाड झालं,
तुझ्या संगतीने सजना,
आता कसं, ग्वाड झालं...

13 February 2017

You call it a normal life until...

call it 
normal life 
you receive 
an interest 
on a matrimony website 
from a girl 
who broke up with a lesbian girl 
who was a friend of
your ex-girlfriend...

11 February 2017

Let there be roses

Roses from our home:

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09 February 2017

आपल्या मर्यादा, आपणच ठरवाव्या...

काहींना बंदीस्त जगणं आवडतं,
काहींना बिंद्धास्त जगणं...

आपले दगड कोण,
आपल्या भींती कोणत्या,

आपल्या मर्यादा,
आपणच ठरवाव्या...

30 January 2017

कधी कशाला

कधी बुडवावी एखादी खारी, पूर्ण चहात ,
जाऊ द्यावं तिला, उंच कपाच्या तळाशी ,

कधी खावी एखादी चपाती, गरम दुधात , कुस्करून ,
अन तोंडी लावावी , लाल चटणी ,

कधी बसावं खाली , मांडी घालून , जेवायला ,
घरच्यांसोबत , एकत्र , 

कधी टेकवावे पाय , जमिनीला , आपल्याच ,
अन चालावं थोडं , अनवाणी ,

कशाला हवंय कार्पेट , रोजच ?
कशाला हवंय कार्पोरेट जगणं , रोजच , आपल्याच घरी ?

29 January 2017

ना तू पहला प्यार है मेरा , और ना तू है आखरी ...

जब साथ थे , तो कहा था तुमने -
"तू दुनिया है मेरी ... "

बेवफा बनके फिर, तू केह गया, चुपकेसे ,
जोर की बात - "ना तू पहला प्यार है मेरा ,
और ना तू है आखरी ..."

फिर कभी सोच लेती हूं ,
कैसे कर लेते हो तुम प्यार की बात ?

27 January 2017

प्रेम तेवढंच आहे, अजुनही...

मग मीच मला विचारल, "तिच्याशी लग्नाबाबत तुझा काय विचार आहे?"

"लग्नाबाबत माझे विचार सध्या खुंटलेले आहेत..."

आणि मग थोडा विचार केला, 
जाणीव झाली की, तिच्यावरचं प्रेम मात्र तेवढंच आहे, अजुनही...

08 January 2017

Awesome Maharashtra: a trip to Varasgaon Dam near Pune

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01 January 2017

First day of 2017, a sickening start

So the new year 2017 began, and I could barely speak today. My throat was jammed, not because I partied the whole night and cried loud with the crowd on the DJ songs, but, because of the seasonal viral throat infection. So I started my day in the morning by gargling for a while with warm salted water. That gave me a relief for say two minutes? Nah, not really, maybe two hours.

Then made myself steamy two cups of tea and sipped it on, resting in a comfy chair for a while, and started reading a book. After some time, I warmed up for few minutes and went on to the kitchen. While I made `kanda-poha` for the second Sunday in a row, the electric heater boiled the water for the bath. Once the `kanda-poha` was ready, instead of clicking a photo and Instagramming it, I decided to eat it right away. Weird, no?

I cleaned up the room and the washroom and had a nice bath afterward. Once I was back from the bath, I treated myself a fantastic Marvel movie 'Captain America: Civil War 2016'. It was a pleasure to watch all those superheroes working in absolutely non-superheroic co-ordination, like a bunch of losers!

Two other important things I would like to mention I did today were -
1. removed my work email account from my so-called smartphone, so that I won't constantly check for new work related emails
2. what was the second one? Damn you smartphone, you have made me dumb!

One more probably non-significant thing I did today was - (by mistake) I wished a girl, who by the way said a big 'No' to be my significant other. I sent her a forwarded new year wishes pic on WhatsApp. She didn't wait for an hour and fast-forwarded time to reply me back. By the way, she said no to me not because she didn't love me but because she did like and love someone else, you know. And, that someone else and she were deeply, madly, crazily in love or so I heard of. And, by the way, that boy got married a month ago. What happened to his mad, crazy, deep love for her I don't know, I never heard of. Even animals get to choose each other, but these human herd I say, they have a lot of conditions to satisfy before getting married for a hell of a lifetime. Anyway, I sent her back two smilies, and she didn't' smile back. Com'on gimme a break! He was the one who put you on the break!

Then I sat for a while and gave my life a serious thought for three minutes seventeen seconds, and decided to watch an animated movie.

Meanwhile, during entire day I got new year messages from three dozen people and I replied back to all of them, you know. I couldn't let them feel that they are alone, I just can't! It's a heavy feeling you know.

That pretty much sums up my very first day in the new year 2017, expect I didn't tell you that I went out for a coffee, had my favorite dinner and did not watch any of the stupid news channels!

See ya, tomorrow! Happy new year 2017!

31 December 2016

2016 is over, 2017 is here, somebody kiss me!

Well, well, well, 2016 is so over and the whole world is excited to welcome itself into 2017.

I am sitting in a well-furnished hall of a rented flat in a wonderful area located Pune, wondering about when I am going to kiss someone I love when the clock struck the very first second of the new year. Just like yet another year, I will probably end up watching the Friends episode where Chandler was desperately saying on the new year's eve, 'Somebody kiss me, it's midnight, somebody kiss me...'. 

I will probably laugh at his situation, forgetting mine and slowly sleep into the night.

image from: http://www.hollywood.com/movies/people-having-a-worse-nye-than-you-60227750/

While the world is overexcited about the new year, I am not quite sure if I am excited about it. Nothing great happened in 2016 for me. So, I am not expecting great from 2017. As somebody has said, I am going to expect less from the new year to be happier in 2017.

Let's see how it goes, haywire or hey there... Happy New Year 2017!

22 December 2016

'Dedicated to', A diary page from 2012

... to ...

demi lovato,
larry and sergey,
da vinci,

... and to love and life ...

[a diary page from 2012]

16 February 2016

Will you give me a chance to start it over again? - Part 2

Part 1 : Will you give me a chance to start it over again?

Continued: >>>

She walked towards the bungalow, alone. She was wearing a white wedding gown like dress, which had started looking pale then.

The atmosphere outside the bungalow was cloudy. It looked like it rained a while ago and it would rain again any next moment. The bungalow looked grand and yet not maintained for a while. It looked like somebody just moved in after a long time. The stairs leading to it were hardly clean. The tiny garden outside the bungalow had grown up in a weird way. There was mud in the garden next to the stairs, and one could see the wet footprints on the porch.

The windows looked minty mist. If one could wipe the fogged water drops off the window, one could see the interior of the house which was movie like. The snow-white tiles were fit into the walls with some dark black tiles in between them. There were some faceless, mystical photos hanging on the walls of the bungalow. The bungalow looked like having duplex rooms. It had a staircase, right inside the big hall, leading to upstairs. As one takes a look at the staircase, one could see the shiny chandelier hanging from the ceiling right at the center of the hall. There was a grand piano placed right at the center of the hall. It was dusted off recently after long time.

As she walked into the porch, she could hear some song being played on the piano. It felt like a sad song. But there was something in that song she felt attracted to. She could not see who was playing it, as she was watching from the old, unclean window. But it was definitely a male figure playing the piano. The piano notes and chords were turning heavy with every passing moment, it was getting sadder with every piano key being stroked. It was still magical. She felt sad, she felt drawn towards it. She felt haunted, haunted by her past.

But what is it that I am worrying about? She thought. She had a powerful magic wand in her possession and she was the prettiest angel in the town. Nothing could have haunted her, not her past of sure. So she thought.

But she was wrong, in next few seconds song being played got sadder. And before she could realize it, she was walking towards the door. She was feeling a storm inside her head with every piano note. She wanted to bang the door and get inside and see who was waking up the dark memories in her mind. She felt weak, yet she gathered all strength and reached the door. She clinched her fist, and she moved her hand in the air to strike it on the door, and before she could do that - the clouds thundered. She took aback by that. But she held ground for her and moved further again. She was about to bang on the door and again the clouds thundered, this time opening the door.

As the doors opened up, the lights went off and there was darkness in the bungalow. The entire hall had no lights except the candle near the piano, and piano was still crying out its heart at the fingerprints of the male figure she was dying to see. She stumbled as she walked into the darkness towards the piano. The song was still getting intense. The pianist was putting his soul into the song. She was heading towards the piano, he did not notice.

She came down walking the stairs in the hall. She kept her feet on one of the floor tiles. A sensational cold wave ran through her spine, she felt lost. The pianist continued. She felt weaker. The chords got saddest they could get. Her eyes got wet, tears were in her eyes. The song continued. Her entire life flashed in front of her eyes. She missed him. The only boy who loved her truly with all his heart, the one she never cared for. She chose all wrong ones, and he did nothing wrong in his life except loving her. She laughed at him when she expressed his love for her, she remembered.

Why am I remembering him now, what does this have anything to do with him? She thought. She felt something was wrong in that air. She continued walking, he continued playing piano. The tears continued. She took first step on the floor tile, and the tile glowed up. She wandered and took another step and another tile shined up. The song was into last verse. He was playing it intensely, the atmosphere turned gloomy, sad. She had teardrops in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, one of those fall on another tile and the tile turned into a dark tile. She continued walking, he continued playing piano. As she walked on the floor, every floor tile she walked on turned snow-white, and every tile where she shed tear turned into a dark one. And, after some seconds the clouds thundered again and flashed the light. She looked towards the door and she could see the piano like design on the floor where she walked on.

She walked heavily. He played intensely. She wished, if only she had her magic wand in her hand and she would have turned the bungalow with the white lights. But then she remembered she doesn't have one then.

As she finally reached near the piano, she looked down at the floor again. The pianist had stopped playing the piano. She looked back towards the door again, and she noticed all the tiles she walked on were moving, as if someone was playing them as piano keys - the black tiles and some whites. And then she turned her head towards the piano to see who was the one playing it. But it took by surprise when a lady wearing a dark brown gown, which was kissing the floor as she walked, was walking towards her. The lady looked a witch with a better face. She called that woman wearing the black dress as 'witch' in the mind. As the witch came closer, she found the witch's face looked exactly like her if she just adds few more years into her age.

Looking for this? The witch asked her, showing a magic wind in the air.
Umm, how did you found it? She asked.
The question is how did you lost it? The witch asked.
I gave it to him, when he came searching for me... She said.
And, he gave it to me. The witch said.
And, who are you? She asked.
You did not recognize me? I am you. I am the darker version of you. The one controlling dark side of you. I am the one doing all bad that you do. Question is - who are you? The witch said.
I don't know who I am... She said.
But I know, I am 'you' from your future. The darker you, mystic, gloomy, sad, alone - all because I hurt a lot of people when I was younger. I took pride in my beauty. I pushed away all the good people in my life. I hurt him... in my past. And, here I am now, living alone. He just came here a while ago, searching for you... The witch said.
I don't know what to do. I feel sorry for what I have done in the past. When I look back, I don't feel proud of me. What do I do now? She asked.
I don't know. May be apologize? See if his heart still beats for you? Prove you deserve him. Say you're sorry? I am leaving now. The witch said, waving her hand signaling goodbye. And, yeah, I am no witch - I am you, you from the future. Now is the time you have, to not have me in your future. Do the right thing, without the magic wand. And it is no more your wand. It is no more a magic wand now. The witch continued before she disappeared.

She gathered herself up and looked across the hall. She saw a flowerpot on nearby table with red roses in it. She tried pulling one of the rose from it, and one of the thorn did its job. Thorn hurt her finger. The tiny, red drop of blood come out from tip of her finger and fell on one of the floor tile. As her blood drop reached the floor, the clouds thundered again. For next few moments she lost her consciousness. When she was back into her senses, she realized she had traveled a lot of distance in past few seconds.

And, when she opened her eyes again - she was standing next to him, on the black tarred road. With tears in her eyes, she apologized and asked him the same question - Will you please give me another chance to start it over again?, as she offered him the red rose.

He looked at her, he took the red rose she offered. She started crying again and hugged him. He hugged her back with tears in his eyes and said, Yes, I will....

14 February 2016

When You Are With Me, Every Day Is Valentine's Day

when-you-are-with-me-every-day-is-valentines-dayChocolates, coffee and red roses;
Hugs, pouts and selfie poses.” 
It's Valentine's day!

“Darling, will you be there for me always and not just today?” 
She asks, before pouting her lips, taking a picture with him.

“I want to marry you,
I want to carry your sorrows on my shoulders, 
And share my happiness with you,
I want to be your comfort,
I will be there for you every single day,
No matter how things go bad,
I will always make things fine,
I will change all the dates for you my love,
And will make every single day - 'Valentine'!” 
He replies, hugging her, as he whispers his promising words into her ears.

And, with the red roses in her hand, like the dark chocolates, she melts into his love, blissfully.

Tere ishq ko...

Tere ishq ko thukra du,
Aisi guroor wali fitrat nahi hamari...

Par umra bhar tera intezar karenge, wafa mein teri,
Ye bewafa, itni buri bhi halat nahi hamari...


तेरे इश्क़ को ठूकरा दु,
ऐसी गुरूर वाली फ़ितरत नही हमारी।

पर उम्र भर तेरा इन्तजार करते रहेंगे, वफा मे तेरी,
ऐ बेवफा, इतनी बुरी भी हालात नही हमारी।

27 December 2015

You Don't Have To...

You don't have to like me;
I don't have to hate you.

You don't have to remember me;
I don't have to forget you!

10 November 2015

Love is a lucky draw

Telling your parents about your love, 
asking their permission for marriage is like - participating in the lucky draw where you are the only one participating, 
still, you are not sure about winning!

12 September 2015

Will you give me a chance to start it over again?

Image source: http://www.mrwallpaper.com/woman-flower-petals-dress-wallpaper/
Last night I had a dream. 

I saw you walking alone on some unknown road. You were wearing a half sleeve backless white colored dress. It looked like a christian wedding gown. You were walking alone with a bunch of red roses in your hand. And you were removing rose petals off the roses and throwing those on the ground.

When I saw you, I called out your name but you probably didn't listen or maybe you decided to ignore me. You kept on walking, so I decided to ignore your ignorance about me. I tried chasing you on a dark black tarred road with greenery on both sides. You in your own world, were walking fast, even in the wedding gown that you wore. Your dress glittered, it shined. Some white birds flew over the road, it felt like they sung a song and words rhymed. Your skin was shining in that backless dress as you walked, and, I felt like I was walking in the clouds chasing an angel.

And when I finally chased you down by walking faster and tried to speak with you, you stopped for a while.
"Where are you going?" I asked with curiosity.
"Somewhere I don't belong. But it's too late to question everything now." You said. "You could have tried it harder, you could have walked faster," you continued as you pulled out your magic wand out of nowhere and pointed it at me. 
"You can start it over again," you said and you closed your eyes.
And within a moment I found myself back to the square one, in the same place from where I began your chase.

I started chasing you again. This time I was walking faster than the previous time. I was almost running towards you. And when I chased you down again, you looked at me, you smiled in a weird way. It felt like you were crying out inside. You came close to me.
"Where are you going?" I asked you again.
"Somewhere I don't belong." Saying so you smiled again and your voice turned heavy. You pulled out your magic wand again and pointed it at me.
"Take this wand with you. A time might come in future, when I will come chasing you down. And, maybe then you should point this at me and ask me to try harder. Will you do that for me? Will you give me a chance to start it over again?" You asked me.

You closed your moist eyes again, and within a moment, I saw you walking a mile ahead of me and your wand was in my hand.

I was standing on the road, alone, thinking about you - my angel, thinking about the question you asked - "Will you give me a chance to start it over again?"

09 September 2015

It's just you who knows how you feel!

It's just you who knows how you feel!
It's probably just you who go through all ups, downs, and sufferings in love, and no one else can understand that. It's just you who knows how hard it is to give up on someone who is so close to your heart. 

Your friends or family might console you for a while but they will never understand what you are really going through. They will never understand how difficult it is to think about someone else when they ask you to stop thinking about someone you loved for and dreamed of for years. And when you have invested so much time thinking about him or her, even simply thought of thinking about someone else makes you feel guilty.

And, then sometimes you don't understand what's right and what's wrong. You don't know what should you do next - give up on someone you hold onto for a long time or give a thought about someone else.

Probably it's just you who understands you or maybe it's not even you! 
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