"Are we going to Maya Bay now"? She asked the boatman. He shrugged, steering the long tail boat. She grunted and tied a black scarf around her low-rise yellow bikini. She was probably pissed off with the boatman but her reflective sunglasses hid her scowled eyes. She removed her sunglasses and kept it in her … Continue reading Excerpt 5 : Maya Bay
Nukkad me chai ki chhuski lete Tees saal ki chutti leke Chal Himalay se behte he Door behad door chalte he Sadkon pe bekhauf naachenge Aasmaani jharonkon se jhaakenge Chal aa baarish sa barsate he Door behad door chalte he Kabootar se chitti bhijwana he Khajaana gullak me chhipaana he Chal ghane jungle me bhatkate … Continue reading Poem 6 : Door behad door chalte he..
A beautiful frame of you and me with no name. Lets play a small game..you win or lose, no one to blame.. A dark night, candle & its flame..Fall on your face with no shame.. Draw an arrow with no aim..Because you are my gem & that's my fame..
I didn't know her home but I knew few landmarks nearby. I was dragging her heavy bag in narrow streets, which were mostly occupied by Kutchi Muslims. I failed twice to find her home, because all those old structured houses were identical to me. I was drenched in sweat, somehow I found her uncle who … Continue reading Excerpt 3 : New Turn