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Treasure Hunt Part 1

Amidst the woods in the dark
With a flashlight we walked,
We hit it out the ballpark
after everything that we chalked
Ah, and there it was!

After an hour, however

With flashy hats on our tops
Everywhere we went, called the shots
Made an irate sound, with our flip flops
As our brains were developing clots!

After half an hour, however, we were

Clueless as to what they meant
oh, we were so spent!
tired as we were already,
The trail of thoughts-it wasn’t steady.

Called it off, and made it pause
you know, just because!
Never got to the end of it
ended it, lickety split.



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Walking on the street

I’m going back home, to the feeling of warmth when you put your hands between your thighs.

You put on Arctic Monkeys, but it just doesn’t cut it. You want more. Chasing a dragon fly, shades, that one dance move. Who you gonna remember first?

The random shopkeeper bobbing his head to a local radio song back in ’13? Or the girl in your first grade you shared your birthday with?

You look around, see that boy in red propping his hair up because he identified the distant girl in blue to be his crush. Oh, the next one just dropped their wallet. You’re stuck in a dynamic. Fixated to a finite irreversible past.

The whiff of the cologne you caught isn’t yours from 9th grade, they don’t make those anymore.

“It’s too cold out here innit?”, you say, clearly absent from the reality.

you kidding brah, fookin’ 30 degs out there, whatchu talking about! 

Time to hatch an escape plan.

Yes. I am going back home, to the feeling of forever, the kind when you ask your bench-mate if you can keep her pencil and she says, yes. You ask, “Forever?”, “Forever.” she says, with a smile.

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Mother Dear

How must the times change

One moment, I’m in your womb,

Next, in a college a thousand miles away. 

Watered Me and I went abloom

Like a flower in the summer spray. 

How must I go on without you, 

How must I, I wonder

I wish when you sculpted me

You’d slipped a note deep under. 

I’d look within and find it in me, 

The strength to walk with emptiness. 

Oh mother I wished you saw

Beneath the scowl the sombre.

Mother dear now tell me how

How must times change.

Tell me you’ll be right here

Right here when you are summoned. 

Right now on my bed I lie

Talking to you in my head

I built my life around you mother 

Please don’t go walking by. 

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Her face resembled the skies today 

A Spider web of  Lightning bolts.

I felt a little arrogant after

Drawing a parallel between Thunder storm and Human faces

She might just have been the summer rain

Self aware As she wasnt , it was all just in vain. 

Pale blue morning after, her mind resembled the hue

But she hopped about and waddled along 

Knowing not the sadness in and around.

I just watched from a distance 

Knowing full well that she’d fall. 

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Happy Birthday Dad

Fleeting memory wrapped in a round bubble

You’d kiss me on the cheek,my chin and your stubble

Dance about the hall When I’d cry

Pretend as if you could fly, just to make me smile, why? 

So that I could grow up to never reciprocate? 

So that I could be the ghost you couldn’t see? 

The prodigal daughter has returned.

Today Dad, I miss you and I miss you bad. 

You are far away, and I regret all the things I never said. 

I regret all the photos with you I don’t have. 

Today Dad, you’re going to be doing your job. 

You will wake up and polish Hem’s shoes, like you did mine 

You will get ready and go to work and worry about that which is to come.

While all I’ll ever do, is write a lousy poetic letter which you will never know about. 

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December to remember 

December was for little things to take the centre stage. 

Little things like taking a dump in your own bathroom. The feeling is underrated,honestly. You don’t have to worry about dropping a hot one and having the next one know, it does not stink of a stranger’s last night dinner and nobody is gonna look at you if you come out with today’s newspaper. #swachchintestine

Having your beloved phone cracked and smashed is the worst feeling after getting another one of a brand that rhymes with “sad lung” in its place. You forget sometimes just how much you love something. News flash : my hippo phone got fixed and things are happy around me.  I no longer have to carry chargers everywhere I go.  My thumbs are cheering, since angry or excited texting is easier now. Three fingers downward , all that is needed for taking a screen shot, sharing memes got a whole lot easier. Why wasn’t I appreciating this phone enough? #hippocameraphone #cameraismyleastfavoritethingofthisphone

Have you ever had someone hugging you before they break into tears? Cherish it. Sometimes little brothers who are glued to the phone screen get emotional when their mothers start talking about death,all quite oblivious of their son listening.. Sisters are the best people to cry in the arms of, and they will always be there for their little brothers.

You’re one lucky person if you have someone outside your blood relation, loving you. This means that somebody cares enough to listen to your ramble and rant not because they have to,  but because they want to. Congratulations,  you’re not as big as asshole as you thought you were. 

To be honest, nobody is obligated to love you,  so even if you have just one human being out of 7.5 billion who cares deeply about you, you have the world.

 Go on

Spread the love

Sit back and relax, 2018 is going to be as good as you make of it. The sky isn’t the limit,  you are.

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A Big F***** What? Revolution!

So, you probably heard. Elon Musk, our favorite CEO in the whole wide world has got  back in the game, this time with a bang, rocketified into a BFR! This Big F****** Rocket is supposed to revolutionize air travel, for real, for all of us. Of course, the big plan is to send it to mars, build a city and live a
“happily ever after” life, but just in case you want an extended forever back on earth, worry no mo, when big falcon rocket (Yes, that’s probably what it’s called)is here, What did I just say? Read on! Continue reading “A Big F***** What? Revolution!”

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How did I get here? 

How does anyone get anywhere at all? One minute you’re lying on the couch after a tiresome day at work and the other you’re witnessing the end of the world from far away, watching the sun In its final stage. 5.5/Apple/26 becomes a date, and you wonder just what is wrong with the world. Maybe it strikes you a minute later, maybe it happens when you’re on the brink of death, that it’s not the world, but you who hasn’t changed. 

But you have nothing to fear, you see, you just feel that you haven’t changed, resistance to change is your defense mechanism…But equilibrium is a clever little thing. It’s only when you’ve come very far, that you realise how much have you really transformed. Drop in a couple of existential crises here and there, but when you take a step back, you realise that you went from “oh I’m alone, let me masturbate” to “Fucking hell, I’m alone, let me finally do the laundry I have been putting off”. Some people call it adulting, but is it really that? Being aware of your responsibilities, is adulting?(note that adulting may or may not be a word). I’d leave that question to you. 

So, should you, or should you not change? I’ll say, sit back and relax, it’s not under your control anyway. People may preach “Be the change you want to see around you” (guilty 😅) Oh honey, you’re doing a good job anyway. You may feel that you’re spiralling down the way you are, because you are the way you are. Can’t you just enjoy the ride? 

Science says future is decided. Look it up, There’ll be an article on that soon too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying you shouldn’t do anything to uplift yourself or the people around you. I’m saying, that, is all you really can do. You can’t stop black holes from forming, you can’t stop a supernovae, you obviously can’t travel to the end of the universe,cause there is none! But find peace in the fact, that the only real change that really counts, is something that you are doing without even thinking about it. I’m talking about entropy. With every breath you take, every *thought* you *think* of, you’re increasing the entropy of this universe. 

So how did I get here? Well it’s a question that doesn’t really need an answer. The only fact that matters, is that I did. When I say,  “I” ,I also mean you. We’re all state functions.  We may all be all dumplings in this primordial soup, but your parents had sex. Yeah that, they definitely did. 

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Of freedom and vulnerability. 

Let’s talk about the day you were born. The stars had aligned just right. Maybe some permutation of lit heavenly bodies were spelling out your name. The cosmos celebrated. But you cried. And you won’t stop. 

Your mother was proud, she cooked up the cells you’re made of and put you together piece by piece. She breathed in some life into you. She had been working on you for some weeks now. You are the crop of your daddy’s seed and the harvest of your mother’s field. Now that you have entered the outer realms of this planet, the world is out to get you. Virus, bacteria, pathogen, allergy, expectation, obligation – your mother had a lot to protect you from. 

To her sheer joy, cells in you multiply. Oh great, so there is more of you now. But, to her utter disappointment the split second later, she realises, the bigger you get, harder it is to snuggle you in her motherly hands. You slip out, and now you’re vulnerable. 

You cannot contain the excitement of knowing that you are capable of running, while she can’t have enough of the blues, that you’ll fall while you’re at it. You are a pirate, but she is afraid that somebody will unleash the kraken. You’d want to fight it all alone, but she is sad that she can’t be your saviour anymore. 

 The constant ranting of your mother where she goes all “Ek din main Nahi rahungi(one day, I’ll be dead) ” ,”tujhe Meri zarurat hi kahaan(you don’t even need me) “isn’t mindless blabbering. Get that. Maybe she isn’t out to get you. Maybe the world isn’t either. But you’re a hapless soldier  who is the unplanned target of a bunch of arrows shot in random directions. (imagine Bahubali 2 war scenes here) 

One cannot pick a side. You go forward, feeling the tug from both sides. After all, isn’t that what is needed to keep you in line while you’re marching forward? 
Ps: you don’t have to walk in straight lines, but in the post’s context, let’s keep it that way. 

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On blood donation

My arms are heavy, knees weak palms are sweaty. Can I still donate blood? 

So here I am, sitting on my ass waiting for a human to suck some blood outta me because what, I wanna help people?! 

No, I am squeamish. So here I am, sitting on my butt, waiting for a human, to suck my fears outta me, because guess what, I gotta be afraid of nothing. 

So am I scared that there will lie, a piece of metal in my vein, with every chance of piercing through and through? 


But am I gonna step out of the line and run back home instead? 


Donate some blood people. Connect with other people on protocols apart from the HTTPS.

Alright, I’m screwed.