The world is too big for small talk

Tell me the story behind that scar on your face

Tell me about that dream you never chased.

Tell me why you carry around that picture in your purse

Tell me why you stopped writing verse.

Tell me about that storm brewing in your mind

Tell me about the moments you wish you could rewind.

Tell me the secrets you've been hiding from us all

Tell me why you once said in love you'll never fall.

Tell me why you aren't the person you used to be

Tell me what's keeping you from breaking free.

The inescapable truth is that we have little time on the clock.

Bare it all, my dear. This world is too big for small talk.

A day will come

A day will come when snow will grace this weatherless city

So to cast away these mufflers would be a real pity.

A day will come when I’ll be thin and skinny again

Why throw away all my dresses smaller than a size ten?

A day will come when I’ll strut the streets of Europe among suits

How will I ever face the world if I part today with my boots??

A day will come when 70s fashion will make a dramatic return

That’s why I fight mum when she says ‘Your bell bottoms must burn!’

A day will come when my days will begin and end by the sea

I'm holding on to them all - fantasy, tankini, monokini and bikini.

A day will come when I'll have to live alone in a loft

What will ever comfort me at night, if not this old tshirt so soft?

A day will come when all the wardrobes in the world just won’t be enough

I’m in love with every little pin. How do I break up with all this stuff??

Random

I write not about the perils of man
Of home truths, never been a fan.
I write not about love and loss
No trauma and tragedy, I'm all about the goss!
I write not about hopes and dreams
But of rants and ramblings that run into reams!
I write not about sense and wisdom
It's more fun to be random at random
What I really write about is the stupid stuff
Coz c'mon man, life's already pretty rough.

Oh rain, you're such a tease!

Summer, winter, monsoon – I call it powerplay in degrees

Even the gods of perfect weather are indulging in this breeze

My heart yearns for a drive, my eyes fixed upon my keys

Calling out to me are garam garam chai and some cheap Chinese

Sitting at the window, I pretend I’m by the seas

In the manic shower of icy raindrops I want to freeze

Splashing dirty puddles, seeking shelter under trees

Something about the rain strangely puts me at ease

The nip in the air suggests something about birds and bees

Stay under the sheets, maybe steal a few extra Zs

It’s impossible to beat these blues, no cure for this disease

A bottle of vino to top it off, maybe marry it with some cheese

But the things you do to traffic has me begging on my knees

Why have you held me hostage? Oh rain you’re such a tease!!

Drill

I can love like a woman, and party like a man

I’ll sweep you off your feet, you’ll be my biggest fan.

I’ll walk clumsy, and cuss and swear

Your darkest secrets I’ll make you share

You can buy me a drink, but never my fancy

I’ve played this game before, so don’t try to get handsy

You can call me a vixen, or label me a tease

But you know you'll be dialing me again, as soon as you can find your knees.

There's always that thing.

There’s always that thing about a writer

Only words for weapons, but he’ll always be a fighter

Put his songs and woes to verse and feel lighter

Craft an ode to his muse and she'll hold him tighter.

There’s always that thing about a poet

A man of many layers, but he’s never gonna show it

With pen and page for company, and a faithful bottle of Moet

But when soul meets verse, be sure you’re gonna know it.

It's never really 'Just right'

No matter what I do,

I know it's a losing fight.

No matter how much I try,

It's never really 'Just Right'.

Be it the milk in my coffee,

Or the sugar in my tea.

The butter in my sandwich

Really, how hard can this be?

My shower is never long enough,

My naps are too short.

Always playing with my microwave

Gambling for the perfect hot.

The number of texts I send out,

Or how much I should reveal

The sounds I make at dinner

Why do I laugh until I squeal?

My perfume estimate is haywire

As is the length of my dress

My hair is between awful and awesome

Is this what they call a 'Hot Mess'?

I've made up my mind.

I barged into the store

Twirling my tresses

"How can I help you, ma'am?"

"I'm looking for some dresses."

A cool classic LBD

Or the colour of the season?

Where will I ever wear it?

But do dresses need a reason?

A pretty blue dress I chanced upon

So short, it was almost shocking

But a wise woman once told me 

"Let your legs do the talking".

Waltzing ahead, I stopped again 

At a long and modest maxi

I'd need one for those crippling rainy days

When I can't find a taxi.

Skimming through a zillion dresses,

I've made up my mind, I think.

Not buying that pair of gold stilettos

Would really really stink. 

Draculean humour for a Draculean day

Let's face it.
Its 3 pm at the workplace. And the office is ablaze.
Before we go up in flames, some adorable bloody humour.

Until I can twiddle my thumbs again.

Miserable Mondays

Recovering from a weekend

Takes some quality time

I'm sure you'll agree when I say

Monday mornings are a crime.

Formals replace the LBD

Briefings replace party sounds

Coffee replaces alcohol

Clients charge like a pack of hounds.

Guzzling gallons of non-alcoholic water

To cool my insides and make them fine

But if you ask me, what I really need

Is a few more glasses of some good wine.

Staring at the clock for a miracle

Its hands are moving excruciatingly slow

Escaping from this gruelling predicament

Home is where I want to go.

But the day is long and endless,

Bullshit is playing on loop.

I need a magic potion to sail through

Can I call for some alcoholic soup?

I know how to make this better

All the rules I'm going to bend

Wine Wednesday is calling 

Who's gonna wait for the weekend?

Can you tell the difference?

Sleep is a joy
But slumber is a luxury
Silence is gold
But solace is a treasury.

Just like a spark is electric
But a fire is blazing
A friend is a gift
But a companion is a blessing.

Just like a laugh is a thrill
But happiness is a mystery
A good word is a win
But a poem is a victory.

Whispering Whatsapp

Hey there, old friend

Would've asked 'How've you been?'

But I already know you're MIA

Since Friday evening, so says your ‘Last seen’.

Hey there, old bud

I would've asked ‘What’s new?’

But this new boy in your profile photo

Already tells me, bored of him you grew.

Hey there, old pal

Wanna say ‘Let’s meet for a drink?’

But ‘Exams DND’ says your status.

Bugging you right now will really stink.

Hey there, old dude

Wanna ask 'How's it going?'

But I already know you've changed numbers

Coz the photo of a weirdo, it’s now showing

Hey there, I'm old school

I'd like to keep in touch

Know and gush over a little something extra

Even when your Whatsapp reveals too much.

Hey there, hey you

You may think of me much small

But you know you're no different

This is the story of us all.