Dear you

Dear you,

I am surprised by how callous I am of your feelings! Are you surprised? Sometimes, I feel like I reach out when I have a need and ignore when I don’t.

I wonder then, why is it that you still stick around. Through all my mood swings and indifference.

Is this love?

Musingly not yours,




You are staring down an abyss. You wonder, if this is worth the trouble you have taken. The months of longing, trudging up one step at a time.  Going back is an option of course. but it is such a long way away and you, so weary. Wouldn’t it be easier to just leap?

Need for space

The ones who claim they don’t need people find it hard to express when they do. And when the people they expressed their need to overlook that, they break inside. The fact is, they are the ones to blame. They have not learnt to set expectations of people and on an adhoc basis, they cannot expect to find people to make space for them.


It’s quiet where you live, deep in the recesses, where forgotten meets the imaginary. Like a dream, you rule my solitude. I no longer remember how you look or feel. Moulded by my unspoken needs, you are but a shadow of my creation. You dwell in my night. You soar in my sky.

My vanilla, my sun.

Who. Are. You?

Love affair with rain….

Bangalore rains are like phone call from an ex. Unexpectedly, there’s thunder, lightning.. tightening of feelings, a shiver down the spine and then before you know it it’s all over. Did it even happen? It’s all sunny in the morning…

I am in love with Bangalore rains