Category: Writing Prompts

Letter To My Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,
I have been meaning to write this for so long, we have been 3a.m. friends for a long time now. I remember those nights, when you entered my head before school examinations,  college presentations, job interviews and I stayed up all night thinking every worst case scenario that could unfold the next day rather than working on myself. We were inseparable. Do you remember the first opportunity I got to speak on stage, but I could not muster up the courage to speak a word because you were silently holding my hand. You were always there.

But lately, I have been thinking about our friendship and also reading about it. Some of my other friends (Yes, I eventually made some) told me you are a bad influence. I had a difficult time understanding why would they see you as any different from me. But upon educating myself and surrounding myself with some really beautiful people, I realized we were in this constant power struggle of who would take control of my life. But I think it’s time for me to go with life wherever it takes me, without you. Now, I leave on this journey to ‘Emotional Maturity’, I have to distance myself from you.

I know you will want to make a comeback at different struggles of my life the way you have been invading my mind for so many years, and I will be expecting you to do that.  You can enter my head, have a seat, sip a cup of tea with me, but you will have to leave soon because I am not gonna be a harbor anymore. I am taking charge of my life now.

Yours Sincerely,
Young Adult (Supposedly on the way to emotional maturity)

Note: This piece was originally written by me for breathercare.in

Aadarniya Whatsapp Uncle

Aadarniya Whatsapp Uncle,
Asha hain aap sakushal honge,
Sabse pehle toh Whatsapp ki taraf se Bharat ke rashtragaan ko sarvashreshta rashtragaan milne ki shubhkaamnaayein
Aap aise hi agar Harr Harr Chokidaar ki maala japte rahenge aur Congress ko niyamit roop se din main 4 baar gaali dete rahenge  (Jabki jab wo asal main gadbad jhala kar rahi thi, aap galle pe baithe the)…Tabhi yeh desh acche dino ki aur agrasar hoga
Thode din pehle Chintu se baat hui, usko aapne MBA ke liye America bhej kar bahut accha kiya, kam se kam wahaan wo #BlackLivesMatter ka board leke toh khada hai nahi toh yahaan IIT main selection na hone par bade bade Anti reservation rant daal raha tha…
Sudhir aur Amish bhai aapke hospital ke kharche ki baat karein na karein,  deshbhakti ka bharpoor khayal rakh rahe honge…
Kuch dino se ek shanka mann main yoga kar rahi hai…uss din aapne subah subah Buddha ka quote daala aur shaam tak saare Markaz waalon ko khatam kardo ka forward bheja, Kuch samajh nahi aaya… shayad shaam ko aap economy badha rahe honge kaaju ke saath…
Kaaju se yaad aaya…wo uss din aapne lockdown main pehli aur aakhri baar #CookForYourWifeChallenge main jo moong ke pakode banaye the uski recipe zaroor bhejiyega
Sorry sorry maine aapka zyada waqt le liya… Aapko toh Whatsapp pe 21 logon ko China Ka Asli Sach forward bhi karna hoga…
Toh abhi ke liye main vida leta hun…
Sabko yaad kijiyega
Khaas Karke Gau Mata ko

Aagyakaari Anti National,
Aap jiska lifafa 501 se 101 karne waale hain wo waala ladka

सपनों का किनारा

सपनों के किनारे पे बैठे थे तीन यारएक के लिए बाप दादा का बड़ा जहाज आयाऔर वो विदेश निकल लियादूसरे के लिए एक नाव अाईजिसे उसके मां और पिता नेबड़ी … Continue reading सपनों का किनारा

टफी जी और लॉकडाउन

नेताजी की पत्नी जब ब्याह कर आयी तो अपने संस्कारों का प्रमाण पत्र, टफी जी के रूप में लेकर आई । एक बहुचर्चित फिल्म के कारण दुनिया के सारे ‘टफी’ … Continue reading टफी जी और लॉकडाउन

कैद

आज एक खुले आसमान के पंछी ने पूछा क्यों कैसी कट रही है कैद

मध्य प्रदेश और कोरोना

कहानी शुरू होती है दिल्ली से
जब नेताजी ने विधायकों की बोली लगाई
और टीवी पर बोले, ‘कोरोना वोरोना कुछ नहीं होता’
सियासी मूजिकल चेयर में
जनता का तानपुरा बजना शुरू हुआ
दूसरी तान दी,
वॉट्सएप यूनिवर्सिटी से पीएचडी करने वाले लोगों ने जिन्होंने २०२० में ना जाने कौनसा वर्ल्ड कप जीता
तीसरी तान दी मौलवी ने
जिसने धर्म की ऐसी गलत पट्टी पढ़ाई
की टिकटोक भाग्यविधता बन गया
और जाहिलों ने डॉक्टर पर पत्थरबाजी शुरू कर दी
और आखिर में सबसे ऊंची तान दे रहे है
स्वास्थ के व्यापारी जो इस खतरे के समय भी
टेस्टिंग की गति बढ़ाने के बजाए
व्यापम के एहसान गिना रहे हैं
और लोगों की जान को धंधा समझ बैठे हैं,
इस मूर्खता के शोरगुल के बीच
मेडिकल स्टाफ, सफाई कर्मचारी, पोलिस
मजदूरों को खाना पहुंचाने वाले लोग
पीपीई किट वितरण करने वाले लोग
और आप सब जो घर में बैठें हैं
उन्हें मैं प्रणाम करता हूं
एक दूसरे का ख्याल रखें
ज़ी न्यूज़ हटाकर ज़ी सिनेमा देखें
वॉट्सएप पर मूर्खता से दूर रहें
और हाथ धोते रहें।

Heart Inc.

When we are in love
With oneself or someone else
There are some workers in our heart
Who process everything we feel
Into a thing of beauty
But when our heart is broken
Does these workers go on a lockdown
Does the creation of beauty comes to a halt
Not really,
It just slows down
As the workers now divide
One half keep creating beauty
Stimulated by
Memes sent by friends
While the other half
The experienced ones
Discover dingy pathways
Inside our heart
Where fear feeds on hate
And start cleaning it with tears
And a bucketful of ice-cream
This bigger the heart,
The more time it takes to cleanse it
And sooner or later
The ones creating beauty
Feel someone
It can be him or her
Or a newer version of self
Who lights up those dingy pathways
With just a smile
So that the experienced ones
Return to what they do best
Creating beauty

I Wanna Leave Your Hand

Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something
I think you’ll understand
When I’ll say that something
I wanna leave your hand         
I wanna leave your hand
I wanna leave your hand

Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something
I think you’ll understand
When I’ll say that something
I wanna leave your hand         
I wanna leave your hand
I wanna leave your hand

Oh please, say to me
You’ll be a bit humane
And please, say to me
You’ll leave my hand
I’ll leave your hand
I wanna leave your hand

And when I touch you, I feel terrified
Inside
It’s such a feeling that my love
I sanitize
Sanitize
Sanitize

Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something
I think you’ll understand
When I’ll say that something
I wanna leave your hand         
I wanna leave your hand
I wanna leave your hand

Inspired by I Wanna Hold Your Hand- The Beatles

Pehla Lesson- Insaaniyaat

Use farak nahi padta aapki inn dharm ke naam par hui ladaiyon se,
Wo toh roz bhook se ladta hai,
Usse Right Wing – Left Wing se bhi koi matlab nahi,
Wo toh apne pankh doondh raha hai,
Ab agar iss chai ki channi ko hatakar,
Usse koi kitaab thama de,
Kitaab jismein Insaaniyat ho pehla lesson,
Toh usse apne pankh mehsoos hone lagange…
Nahi toh kuch saal baad uske haat main bhi bandook hogi
Jo dusron ke paron ko zakhmi kar degi…

Book VS Bullet

History knows it very well,
As the fascists are up to it again
Turning citizens into mere numbers,
Turning people into a blind crowd…
They have cracked the recipe of
Making murderers out of youth
A spoonful of Patriarchy,
A bowlful of Unemployment
With a tinge of ‘Hate Speech’
That’s about it and you have a
19-year old with fake entitlement
Firing bullets at unarmed women and students
With the police sunbathing in the background
But sorry fascists…
Just when you thought we will leave this fight
I assure you that it will continue till we turn every bullet into a book.
The book that treats us as citizens and not merely numbers.

Woh Padh Raha Tha…

Woh padh raha tha…
Jab bhagwa chaddi main
Vardi waale ghar main ghuse
Aur usse goli maardi

Wo padh raha tha…
Wah kitaabein jo humein saath laayein
shayad yahi unse bardaasht nahi hua

Wo padh raha tha…
Taaki naam se nahi kaam se jaana jaaye,
Wo jo bhi pehne sar uthake chal paaye,

Wo padh raha tha
Taaki wo sawaal puch sake
Unse jo apni taaqat ke nashe main hain
Par wo toh nashe main the
Isliye usse goli maardi…

Wo padh raha tha

The Obsessive Storytellers

Growing up, I was obsessed with books

My brother was obsessed with exploring new places

He used to bunk classes to find out the most obscure but beautiful places in the city

And I used to bunk playing to sit in the library

We were embarrassed to meet each other at school

But once every night, we came together

Sitting on either side of our grandmother

To listen to her wonderful bedtime stories

And as we travelled these fascinating worlds

Slowly we became obsessed with stories

My brother’s dreams had the beautiful landscapes of the stories merging with the places he saw in real life 

And my dreams were like the Maha Episode of characters in the bed time stories meeting the characters in the books, I swallowed every day

Finally, his obsession led him to pick up dad’s old  camera and find the most beautiful landscapes in the world

And my obsession led me to pick up the my  grandfather’s pen and find some of the most beautiful people in the world

And that kickstarted our journeys to become storytellers

A Millennial Classic

She dragged herself into the library,
As if she was forced by her professor
Being a rebel,
She started LOLing at a meme
With ‘Silence Please’ written just above her
Everyone glared at her
Including a guy,
Hiding behind a Kafka book
Wallowing in his existentialism
But as he looked her for the first time
All his ‘isms’ were set aside
There was an instant character transformation
Straight outta Bollywood film
He committed the blasphemy of keeping down a book without completing a page for the first time
He lost all his shyness at that moment
Started writing something on a bookmark
And passed it to the girl
It was like nothing he has ever written before
It was a clever pickup line
Well, at least in his mind
‘If you go out with me, our story will be turned into a rom-com and if you friendzone me, you will end up being a sad chapter in my autobiography’, it read
She shouted, ‘I prefer the latter one, you arrogant creepy nerd’ and walked out of the library
Next morning, when he opened his laptop
His line featured in a Buzzfeed article called – 10 Bizarre Pickup Lines Used On Me
And that’s how their love story started…

An Ode To Adulting

I have recently turned 24

And suddenly it feels like a long day of child play has passed

Till a couple of years back

I used to daydream a lot

I thought that I will just wake up from a 15-minute nap and my anxiety will be gone

My flat foot will be gone

My blog will be viral and I’ll be an overnight success

The people who never liked me

Will change their mind 

Well, nothing on the above list happened 

And being 24 has suddenly made me realize that – IT IS OKAY

Not suddenly actually, it may have its unusual pattern like most other things in the universe

Oh… sorry, meandering is one of my skill, I still can’t get off

Coming back to getting rid of insecurities and faults

I have now realized that it is these flaws which make me who I am 

And Adulting is a roller coaster ride of overcoming these insecurities 

The seat belt to this ride is LOVE 

Self Love and Love for those who ride along

But here’s the dichotomy 

As we grow old, we try to act smart and try to remove the seat belt 

Thinking it is just for minors

But you have to keep reminding yourself 

Though child play is over

You need to keep the seat belt on

You need to strengthen it

Because as the ride gets harder, 

the seat belt should be stronger

Now take a deep breath and fasten your seat belt 

And focus ahead.

Fish Strolling In a Garden

Suffocating when everything around me is so beautiful

Sometimes I feel like a fish strolling in a garden

Beautiful, is it?

No seriously a garden is beautiful

But it is not where the fish belongs

Does it?

It is looking for small puddles to survive

Small puddles which are hindrances to others

And a chance to live a bit longer for the fish

Thinking I should have been a grasshopper

So that I can survive this garden

Survive this beauty

And as it ponders

Somebody stomps on the grasshopper

Not knowing how to react

Fish just looks for the next puddle closer to the pond

Ek Dukaan

Mandir aur Masjid ke beech thi ek dukaan

Saalon tak usmein Eid ki Sewayi  bhi milti thi

Aur Diwali ki Barfi bhi

Phir ek raat kursi se chipke do deemak aaye,

Dukaan toh chhodo, woh  dukaandaar ka dimaag bhi chaat gaye

Agli subah jab dukaan khuli,

Toh wahaan dhaalein aur talwarein latki thi…

Adhuri Kavita

Dil tehal raha tha
Tanhai ke veeraane main
Tabhi usse ek phool dikha
Phool jismein teri mehak thi
Uss mehak ko jab andar khincha tab
Titliyaan jo so gayi thi,
Phir uchal khud karne lagi
Dil ke pass aayi aur phool par baith gayi
Honthon ne aadha chaand banaya
Aankhon ki chamak se sooraj sharmaya…
Teri mehak ne hi itna kuch kar diya,
Ab tu bhi aaja saamne,
Tere bina…
Yeh kavita abhi adhuri si lagti hai…

Din Aur Raat

Din aur Raat main laga jhagda,

Raat: Aye din, main jab jab insaan ko sapno ke saath milkar aage laati hu, tum usse waapas peeche khich lete ho…

Din: Aye Raat, Andhere se nikal, phele khud main jhaank, main sapno ke saath milkar insaan ke chehre par jab jab hansi laata hu, tum sapno ko behla kar apne pass bulati ho aur uspe kaala rang daalkar, insaan ki neend udaati ho…

Hey…

I can talk to trees for hours

I can hold a roundtable with dogs

I can solve an argument of bees

Buzzing around sunflowers

I can converse with a sexist rickshaw driver in his dialect

I can sing ‘Afreen Afreen’ with a taxi driver who has 5 grandchildren

I can talk to Gulzar sahaab after being a bit starstruck

I can debate with Arnab (PS: If he is sleeping)

I can fight with bhakts

I can intellectually masturbate with pseudo-intellectuals

I can hold a seminar for pseudo feminists

I can stand in front of 444444444 people after a normal panic attack

But your ‘Hey’ with three ellipses

Sends all the shivers possible down my spine…

Before Words

Before words
There lives a feeling
Before words
There lives a sensitivity
Before words
There lives an image
Before words
There lives a melody
Before words
There lives a collective unconscious
Before words
There lives a soul
I just find them a perfect home-
The Writer