Tale in the sky and cloud

Glistening sky and cloud

Dribble of rain,

cool waves seeping in

Silent night,

streaming tears of happiness

sparkle of peace,

soothing energy,

sitting in the dark,

letting tenderness and gentleness flow in

harking to childhood days of love,

gentleness of our elders,

unspoken lesson of kindness and wisdom

Halcyon epoch,

trekking the mountains,

soiling the trousers and dancing in the mud

a long and forgotten era

where race, caste or class belonging didn’t matter

reclaim this innocence

let the air flow in to capture our undying spirit

time for the child to reclaim us

Time vanish like thin air

make every moment worth it

be glorious

may love always win



Left Right Romance Chowk: Chapter 1

Hey, people! I am writing a brand new rom-com and campus romance novella on the blog, ‘Left Right Romance Chowk.’ It’s the first chapter, ‘Blueberry kiss.’ Hope you will like this fresh romance outing that I am doing after a long time.

Chapter 1: Blueberry kiss

The knotted silky long hair and black curly tresses decked on Sejal’s hair like the Pharaoh perched on its crown. The brightly painted yellow room shimmered in the sunny afternoon as sunlight percolated inside the room. The curtain was pulled out and the sea breeze blew inside. She wore a plain white tee and a black short.

The soft music, Kabhie Kabhie mere dil mein khayal aata hai aired on Radio Mirchi felt like the fresh dew inside the modest apartment standing tall in the outskirt of Mumbai and four legs separated by a thin distance. He wore a pink short. Their legs touched each other as they sat on the bed. He was wearing Sejal’s short. The smoke billowed inside the room that metamorphosed with the sunlight flowing inside. The joint was passed between both hands. Her voice chirped to the sound of a bird cooing insanely in his ear. He was already high on ganja. She was zonked.

A bottle of wine, lays chips and birthday cake was splattered on the wooden table. Her voice blurred in his ear, “Your name is too long…I am calling you Mann. Fuck this Manendra. It sounds like an orgy gone wrong.” There were no reasons to celebrate. Just like that toh party karo nahin toh bhalu ayenge humein lene was Sejal’s swan song. It rang an echo in Mann’s ear as if it has become their love anthem.

She slowly perched her body backward, oscillating from a sitting position to spread herself on the bed in a playful mood.  The peachy eyes started intensely at his green Tantra Tee shirt with the tagline, ‘Tell your boob to stop staring at my eyes.’ “You lecherous man,” she snickered. “It’s the fault of your eyes. Kya karna ka irada hai? Don’t think too much or have high expectations. I ain’t letting your quivering lip touch me. I’m no chocolate.”

He slowly pushed his body on the bed to rest on his side and grabbed the palm of her hand. The lovelorn man twisted her hair lock with his fingers. “You are a mystic princess,” he whispered. He was trying to find his balance on the small bed and awkwardly moved his body. “How are you feeling inside? Hope it’s not hurting your asset,” she winked.  It was their dare day. Sejal called the shots and challenged him to wear her clothes, pink short and underwear. They exchanged each other’s clothes, were stoned and drank wine to heavenly bliss.

“Nah!” he made a face like a sad pup eyed dog and she mocked him playfully with doe-eyed expression, “Cho chweet…my little puppy…mera bacha handsome ladka aur mein ladki beautiful.”

Mann lashed his tongue out and gravitated his head towards the rotating ceiling fan. She slapped him on the hand, “Pass me the joint na and stop behaving like a guzra zamana ka dejected Aashiq. I am no Meena Kumari, mere Dilip Kumar.”

She took a deep drag and passed to him. Their vision became blurred. “Oh! This shaadi,” he blurted out. Sejal slowly moved away from her position to sit on the bed. “Dude! Why the fuck you get such crazy ideas about shaadi? We are only 18 something. What makes you think that I am going to elope with you? I love thrills but not itna. I don’t have any intention to make history in 2017 and for fuck sake, Laila Majnu or Romeo and Juliet were chutiya.”

“This shit is so fucking good! Waise bhi who is speaking about Shaadi,” he pretended to be under some magic spell. She pulled his hair, “Dude it’s you. Where are you?”

“In your arms,” he pretended to be a coy bride and rested his head on her lap. Sejal grinned, “Yes! Of course. I thought you were selling pani puri outside Salman Khan home in Bandstand.” He laughed loud.

Beaming like a child, Mann longed for a kiss. “Please yaa! Just once,” he pleaded. She shrugged off his demand, “I told you that I am no candy or chocolate and you are no kiddo. It’s my lip. Nah! It doesn’t like your taste today. As it is, your body perfume feels like raita.

He almost belched out what the fuck…when she clung to him and pressed his mouth. Mann was too stunned to react. “Chalo! It’s been bery long time for a blueberry kiss,” she cupped her lip to his face. They kissed again and their lips were pressed together like glue, exploring every line, inch, and angle.  She brutally pulled away from him.

It hit him like an electric jolt. Mann stammered , “Excuse me!” She was unfazed, “You haven’t heard or what! Get out of my house.” He protested. She dragged him out, “Buzz out man.”





Sex with an ex (10): The Final act

The waft of stormy breeze blew past the yellow curtain with dotted gold that rolled like balls knotted into each other. It seems like a tale from the Arabian night. She looked like a Goddess who conquered love, defeat, angst and pain. The shadow of her resplendent body, the freshly sculptured face, nape, and naked body from top-to-toe shimmered and glittered like gold.  She wore a nymph form and shadow that intrigued and scared him at the same time, the flawless skin and the mysterious deep eyes morphed into intense human form.

Ajay flung his cigarette butt as he stood outside the balcony in the dark and admired her from a distance. She was too beautiful to resist. But, at the same time, he didn’t dare touch her in the current avatar. How she transformed into an Arabian princess! Her lusty eyes invited him to burn into the fire of intense love. She slowly hailed her hand like an invisible angle. He couldn’t say no to her. Ajay slowly climbed on the bed and gaped at this naked body that lay in front of him. She was the Goddess of seduction, sparked illusion and yet was real at the same time.

There was something evil about her and the flurry of emotions displayed in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine and an electrified sensation that ran deep inside his body. He almost fainted on the bed. She ran her fingers sensually inside his white shirt and unbuttoned his blue denim, pressing inside his under pant. It hardened him. He couldn’t control the sensation. She was in control of his senses, twisting her body towards him as both swirled and rolled on the bed. There was a power that stroked and captured him and he kissed her passionately on the mouth. It felt like thunder. Slowly, he reached her neck, back and slid his hand and cusped his face under her round, curvy   bottom. The passionate kiss shone like the trace of butterfly that adorned her flawless and creamy skin.

The gentle woman that she was has suddenly turned into a fiery and wild tigress who pressed her leg and knee on his chest with force and violence. It hurt him. He yelled. Yet, he wasn’t complaining as she unzipped her bra and gently took his hand to explore and make her stiff as he bit her nipple with passion. She felt light. It was the most fulfilling sex that she ever craved for and they reached the elixir with sheer brutal force and power. She was dominant like lightning travelling faster that wind gust. The slow caress became like wild boars in the jungle craving and satiating hunger. Both of them were deprived souls in quest of their animate spirit and predators hunting for their target in the lone forest.

Ajay couldn’t recognize this woman. He wondered, ‘Is she the same woman who I once ever loved, gentle, sex shy and pushed me away as I desired more from her?.’ He was confused and helpless. After all, the past 48 hours has given him a jolt that he wouldn’t be surprised if she took the form of a ghost or revealed an evil side that exterminated him. He would die happily at her hands. Deep inside, he was scared after the whole chase and emerging with scathed and scars from the jaws of death. Both of them moaned and their bodies interlocked together, she scratched him while he pushed his whole body inside her. He took her name in agony, ‘Anita’.

She chided him with a smile, ‘Anita and Ajay are dead to the world. I am Rohini and you are my mysterious lover that the world doesn’t know but heard of. Baby! Do I need to remind you every time? ’ He smiled but at the same time, was amazed at her transformation. She knew what he was thinking, “Don’t ponder so much. We gotta fly tomorrow to a new place where nobody will ever recognise or chase us. It’s a new birth and new world. But, we saved our city, our Mumbai. The Unsung heroes are us for no one will ever get wind of the calamity that could have hit and killed people. It’s time to leave everything behind and no regrets, please’

At times, Ajay really wondered whether she is Rohini in real for her every move, cunningness and scheming mind came into play be it life or sex, remind him of his ex-wife. How she transformed into her overnight! The more he thought about it, the more he lost his head that spun like a tail and dragged him into an entangled web that both couldn’t give a definite answer.

It was six in the morning when both of them wearing identical white shirt and black trousers on grey blazer looking like corporate honchos stepped into the plane. They were welcomed by the sensually beautiful hair hostess whose jet fair fell on her shoulder and was sensual as the night stars in her red blouse and blue short skirt.  Ajay fixed his gaze on her curvy body and breasts and winked at her. She was floored by his move and softly spoke, “Have a safe flight sir.”

Both Ajay and Anita, who became Rohini, fastened their seat belts. She teased him as the airhostess flitted her way past them, “Nice boobs…hmm how can you miss her curvy and athletics legs?” He planted a peck on her lip. The plane zoomed with speed to disappear in the cloud and sky to an unknown destination as Ajay and Anita took new names on their passport.s A new beginning.

The end

Post script: Finally it’s done. It was in December 2011 when I wrote the first outing one of the rare times when the title struck before I worked on the story. At that time, I had a vague idea of what fiction looked like and dabbled in an amateurish manner. There were few people who found it engaging. Read it here. As it has always been the norm with me, I write something and forget it despite writing down that the story would be continued. It took me more than five and a half years to revive the story. Never in my wildest imagination that I thought to continue the story. But, I did in 2016. Read the second part here. Though the title is Sex with an ex, I turned into a thriller with conspiracy, treachery, shades of grey to make my characters human. Though sex is set against the backdrop, there are many chapters that may suggest there is no sex but chase to save a city. I earlier thought to make the characters Rohini and Anita genuine friends but injected grey elements in them to make the story go forward. It turned into a suspense and actions towards the climax like in our good commercial Hindi movies. I have always believed in the entertainment and masala quotient in my stories. Logic is not for me in stories. Of course, in the last few chapters I went to the Hindi cinema route revisiting the earlier chapters and inject rewind and fast forward. It’s only in this last chapter that I visited sex and erotic scenes to stay true with the theme, Sex with an ex. Hope justice has been done after I revived the story and took more than four years to write and edit this novel. Happy reading. You can read the rest of the chapters here. Thanks you everyone who read Sex with an ex. It’s dark. I still can’t believe that I’ve done it and more so taking so many years.

Sex with an ex: Chapter 3 

Sex with an ex: Chapter 4

Sex with an ex: Chapter 5

Sex with an ex: Chapter 6

Sex with an ex: Chapter 7

Sex with an ex: Chapter 8

Sex with an ex: Chapter 9

With love


The bridge woman


Image credit: Google

Peachy skin.

She stood alone at the bridge waiting for her suitor

She was no ghost at midnight

Plain human

False promise

Broken and shattered inside

Her mind stopped like the clock in the past

Her hair bore streak of gray

The translucent beauty lost its sheen,

like the moon at nightfall

Scars remained etched in her heart

No sane soul would ever believe in love again

But, not her!

She was alien to the treachery

Every day, she lived in hope

He will come,

Her heart reasoned

One day, a speeding car hit her near the bridge

Blood ravaged her body and soul

It was his car

He finally came and ravaged her.

She was liberated from the agony.

Yet, in her last moments,

she nurtured hope.

His u-turn claimed her soul years ago,

she pinned for his love.







#MothersDay: Priceless diamond and sparkling heart


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Syllable the baby mumbles in the cradle

Holding the tiny hand

Tenderness and warmth

Smile of the mother holding her precious gem to her bosom

Sleepless nights

Sacrificing food and water

Lullaby of love and countless smile

Twinkle in the eyes of the newborn

A mother who nurtures love and hope

accompanying the child in its first step

Embodiment of sacrifice

Knocked down by life,

Mother’s love comes first

A hug is what I want no matter how much I have grown and seen life

The soft and soothing words of Maa

She is the strongest

Wiping off worries of the world

Where she draws her strength from?

battling odds and weathering storms,

to make one strong

She is a spirit, a Goddess, and a conqueror

A flawless heart,

nursing her tears in silence and combating loneliness

to reaffirm the belief in me

The kindergarten days and surprise gifts,

reverberates in the mind

Mother is designed like that only

Selfless heart

Her heart wails at the defeat I suffer and setbacks that hold me back

Over time gold loses its sheen

A mother’s heart needs no polish,

shining tenfold and sparkling

She is the sun and priceless diamond

Angry and strict she may be

but her heart melts in no time at the sight of her child

Poor Maa,

Rich Maa

Unsung Maa

Love you Maa

Dedicated to all Maa on






Invisible love, formless beauty

Penning letters of love


You are the muse

Mythical like the Greek Goddess

Flawless and enticing beauty

A spirit that lurks and haunts me

Intriguing soul

Carrying me in the mecca of passion

Love knows no face

Invisible like the cloud and mist

Nameless creature

Exploring your mind,

I shall cease to exist


My lip shall spell your name,

the symbol of eternity

A mind imagining the perfection of bonding

I shall find you,

explore your senses

With love



What is love?


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What is love?

A shot of adrenaline pumping

Pint of restlessness and breathlessness

A heart lost in no time to an invisible scent

Her fragrance and cosmic pull

Fragmented in pieces

The divine touch

Flutter of roses

Electrifying touch

sending rippling waves

Churning emotions like the glacier

Filling seamless ocean

Quenching the thirst

Sensation and touches that cut deep

The emptiness of a heart,

breaking all rules to conquer the unconquered

A painful and bruised heart

It derives joy in a heart shattered into pieces

Call it what you may,

love find its identity in different forms,

making a pale shadow of itself

It’s called love.