Alohomora

“We would be working on the concept of human emotions in the next class, I request everybody to please go through the assignment I have posted. Any further questions? … All right then, See you all next Thursday” The professor Prashanth thakur concluded his class, picked up the files he had placed on the table and walked out of the room. Yash sat in the fourth bench in the corner row and he continued to see people walk out of the class. The class was almost empty. He just sat in the silent classroom with no one around. The mere notification tone on his cell phone bought a strong echo in the old classroom. He picked up his mobile from his pocket and scrolled down to see the notifications. There was one from “Mumma”, one from the Zomato and there were bunch of other notifications from mails and other apps. But out of all this, the one notification Yash was desperately looking for, popped up right before he could let the screen sleep. “done with the class?” Srishti’s text popped ...

 Why are sunsets addictively satisfying????  I regret to blink, as I see the reds alluring. The shiny yellow reminding the perfume bottle of yours. The cute orange as your favorite sweatshirt of-course The crimson red as the roses you dropped at my door The hard maroon as that of the Enfield you drove The faded red blush as the cheeks you loved to kiss Followed by the darkest red vanishing in a swish. Why do I watch the sunsets?  Is it my eyes that appreciate the beauty? Or my heart that has been lately empty...? I sit here watching the colors change, I know we are no longer on the same page But I’m still lost in the sunset that's long gone, Just like your memories that I often ponder on…

  empty Isn’t it strange? There are billions of people on this earth and you feel like you have got nobody to walk along? Isn’t it strange that it’s a Fact that no one else can truly understand what you are going through but still, you expect them to console as if they understand you? Stuff going on in your head is not simply a rollercoaster of thoughts. Its much more than that and this rollercoaster doesn’t seem to come to a halt. Why? You can’t expect another person to understand your situation unless that person is you yourself. Its no one’s responsibility to understand you. All you see happening inside your head is real but just seems unreal for the world outside. How could it be told to them that this is not unreal? I don’t understand what to do and how to react. All I know is there is a question wandering in my head- “are you sure you aren’t, ok?” whereas the actual question is meant to be, “are you sure you are, ok?” I myself deny the fact that its ok to accept t...

 Not easy to find, not easy to stay. Not easy to deserve. Not easy to walk away. Let go of pain, let go of tears Leave behind the regrets and end up the fears. Believe in the destiny, believe in the universe. Believe in expression and trust the process  Its not just a thought but a dream                                Not just hope but faith. Its not just a vibe but a feel.                              Not just delay but a wait. Let there be love , let there be peace  A hug of acceptance, forgiveness and bliss.

  CANT LET THE NIGHT END. Broken through the day, healing in the night. Shattered into pieces, holding myself tight. Voids filled with random thoughts of mine Binding them together hoping to be fine. The pain smiles and slips away slowly With the midnight closing in celestially. The breeze takes my anguish away The moonlight shines and whitens my grey. Have had my locks, but now found the key. In the soothing darkness that no one can see. reminding myself, that my heart is free. The world is asleep, take a leap and flee. Seeing the world from where I stand, Being there for myself to talk and understand. Holding on to my heart, soul and mind, I just don’t want the night to end.

peace is right around the corner.  Sometimes I just wanna sit by myself Sometimes I know I've messed up Sometimes I don't even give an F but sometimes I'm more than fucked up Cuz everyday isn't meant to be the same Its life honey, its no easy game The world hurts u and then helps u heal Rips your wounds and gives a blister to seal. Kills you slow and now cant really feel Everything is real and there's so much to deal Go grab the wallet, the jacket and the shoes Throw them in the back seat and drive to some blues. Hit the volume and dance to the tunes Its high time darling, just break some rules Peace is important, its no excuse Dive in to find it, its also ok to loose.

  Not always a fairytale! It has already been late and I cant wait for tanay to pick me up. this idiot never shows up on time. I decided to call him to tell him that Id go alone. “ damm where are you?” I yell as soon as tanay picked up. “almotttt almosttt there just give me 2 mins ill be there in 5 !” he spoke with the classic inidan attitude of perfect time sense. I clearly understood that he would take 15 more minutes easily. I walked up to my wardrobe, looked at myself in the mirror and reconsidered my outfit. It was okay-ish. But I had not got any better option. I tried posing a few poses to figure out which profile of me looked better. The left was clearly a disaster. The right profile it was. I shut the wardrobe, sprayed a few puffs of perfume and decided and got into my black formal shoes. They perfectly complimented my orange sweat shirt, and my black formal pants. I know this wasn’t a great look for a reception. But I am clearly not a guy to dress up into a suit for ...

cold hearts..? “ ok how did it go?” Pooja shot her question immediately as she walked in to her flat. Avni had already reached home and was lying on the sofa with a packet of potato chips on her lap and a milkshake in the other hand. Pooja took a minute to analyze the whole situation. A chips packet, milkshake and kabi kushi kabi gam on the Netflix. It was obvious that she had a horrible day. “ speak up.. I had already told you not to do anything stupid. And I’m sure you did something “ Pooja joined her on the sofa and picked up a handful of chips from the packet. “ well.. I .. I went and said sorry.” Avni was still not making an eye contact. Her voice was low and eyes set on the chips packet. “ you apologized??? Seriously? That too to him? Weren’t you there to breakup with him? Why dint you do it?” Pooja was losing her patience. She sat up with her legs crossed and tied her hair into a bun. “ don’t just shout at me.” “ok cool.. please say you broke up after you said sorr...

  The cookie jar! It hadn’t been long after the storm in the house. The drought of words worsened the situation. Kabir was never so off the board recently. The disturbed home atmosphere had even made it difficult to look into his Ankita’s eyes and talk. Kabir walked down the windy street to ring the doorbell of house no.72. Ankita peeped through the window to see her husband stand at the front door drenched in the rain. She quicky opened the door and let him in. She picked up a dry towel from the cupboard and placed it on the sofa arm. Kabir noticed the towel and picked it up without uttering a word. Ankita had prepared a regular dinner and it was waiting to be served. Kabir took a quick shower and walked past the kitchen counter and noticed the broken yellow cookie jar that was still at its place. Though the jar was smashed to the floor the previous day in the hot argument, Ankita had still not disposed it. Ankita was ready with two plates served with hot rotis and dal. ...

  Inseparable The weather had started to get breezy. Sejal and Abhi sat on their balcony with a half drunk old-monk. The clock had struck 11:00PM and the alcohol had set the perfect ambience for their one-year anniversary. Though it was the first drink they were having together, they knew how exactly they liked each other’s drinks. Abhi was preoccupied with narrating his college-tales while Sejal had seemed to somehow drifted out of the conversation. Her eyes were set on the dull thick scar on her left-hand elbow. “Are you thinking of the past again?” Abhi noticed Sejal. “no... it just reminded me of..” Sejal took another sip from her glass. Abhi was well aware of the 4 months of depression Sejal had faced. She had never really talked about what led her into depression and nor did Abhi ever ask her about it. He made sure not to bring up anything related to those past 4 months. All that Abhi knew was, it was her ex- Sanjay who was partially responsible for her state. “come...