by J.R.
Jab maine tumhe pehli baar dekhaTum beech chaurahe mainRickshaw mai thiTum apne baalon se aur duppate se ladh rahi thiMaano ki hawa tumhari dushman thiKalkatte (Kolkata) ki us sardi ki dophar mainMain toh kisi aur taraf jaa raha thaMain jis gaadi mai thaWoh tezi se dusri taraf chali gayiTum - tum shayad wahi reh gayiHawa… Continue reading Jab
It was the evening of a big festival and I was out in the market alone. As luck would have it I was there a day before and the market was bustling with people but now it was silent and deserted. A couple of roadside stall vendors were still trying to sell something but I… Continue reading The bench
The candle is not going to last long! These were his thoughts as he sat on the chair staring at the wall. Through his window, he could hear his neighbours in the opposite building arguing about something as simple as why didn't one of them close the fan when they left the room. The argument… Continue reading The crawler
The faucet in the bathroom had been leaking for over two months now. Today he got up and took a wrench and wrestled with it. It didn't budge. A year ago the painter who did a shady job painted the whole tap. The paint dried off and acted like super glue. There was no way… Continue reading Cigarette
The television was on, the table empty and light in the corner lit the room poorly. He sat there staring outside the window. There is nothing but complete darkness outside yet he stares, there has to be something out there. A few days ago he heard a cat crying at night, went to see but… Continue reading On the other side of the window
Main woh sab hoonMain kissa hoonMain adhoori kahani hoonMain ek yaad hoonMain ek parchai hoonMain kuch bhi nahi hoon Main woh sab hoonJo ho na saakaMain ek waadaa hoonMain ek baat hoonEk adhoori baat hoon Main ek adha likha panna hoonMain aadhi botal roshnai hoonMain ek yaad hoonEk parchai hoonMain kuch bhi toh nahi hoon… Continue reading Main (Hindi)
I am sitting under this big tree on a big ground. This ground surprisingly is from my school and I just happen to remember it clearly. Anyway, I am sitting there under the tree and I am all by myself. I am digging the soil with my nails and I keep doing it for a… Continue reading Grave project
The door creaksAnd it takes me to a different timeI remember a tapThat always leaksA big patch on the wallThat sometimes dripsA door that won't closeUntil pushed hard. A small plantAnd a few mushroomsFind their way on the old exposed wallThe paint is nearly goneBlack and greenish mold finally eats up the wall Door creaks… Continue reading Creaking Door
The time in my watch is 3:20 (actually 3:21) and I haven't had my lunch yet. On a usual day I would not delay it but today was different. As it happens I am working on a project that demands urgent attention. My job is to trim content, take care of details and make sure… Continue reading 3:24
I have had my fill. This thought ran through his mind constantly. Tapping some random keys on the laptop, he looked around and saw everyone reeked of mediocrity and sadness and lost hope. Or maybe he reeked of all those things. You'd never know. The problem as you see is, I do not know my… Continue reading 34 percent
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 