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Filling In the Blanks

The lines that you edited in hindsight The dream that you choose to forget every time you wake up The memory that you wantonly erase, The color of the blush Behind your mascara. I live in your dark places When you close your eyes, you see me there I live in those corners where you go When you are alone and there is nowhere else to go   More @ Life in a Multiverse


The road ahead is one straight line eternity.  Nobody waits for me where it ends.  All I have is this journey  And It is here that I want you with me.   More@ Life in a Multiverse

Remembering Karl Marx

The Paradise Hotel crossroads is a busy traffic junction. On my way home, I wait for the lights to turn green thrice before I can cross the signals. It is not as bad as Bangalore, all it takes is around 15 minutes. Friday evening was one such evening and I was busy staring at bums of other cars. There was a little space between my car and another small car and a cyclist was busy trying to wedge through. His cycle scraped the mud flaps of the small car. An old man of around 74 came out of the car, shaking out of anger, clearly out of control. He held the poor cyclist by the collar, shook him a couple times and let out a string of choicest abuses! The cyclist clearly was a white card holder (below poverty line) and the old gentleman was from the urban elite. Once the tirade was over, the cyclist shrugged off with a stoic face. The old man, happy to have got an opportunity to abuse in public, also went into the air-conditioned comfort of his car. When two worlds collide, wonder what impre

Always Connected

Sometimes I wonder what I can do?  To someday, get another hello from you.  And while I figure this out, I want you to know,  You dont have ever think twice,...  I am always, connected to you From Life in a Multiverse

RnDm Lines

When It Rains and it is Night  The street light catches falling rain  in a yellow sulphur glow,  I see a kid holding on to the window sill  and looking out into the rain.  A car drives down the quiet night,  Its wipers sounding like loud heartbeats.  It is a silent night...  And I am reminded of you. 

Should sleep overcome me

Should sleep overcome me  And there remain something unsaid,  Wake me from my slumber For I shall have no peace when dead.  Should the roads diverge  And the path I chose not be the one you tread,  Call me back in time  For what use is this journey,  If your hands are not in mine?