Posts

Featured Post

Here's what I learned in 7 years of blogging

Image
7 years ago I started my blog. And I entered the magical world of writing. I was living in the Boston suburbs. After finishing my work and household chores, I still had some spare time. I remember the exact moment I clicked the 'B' icon on Google and I created a Blogger account. I knew only two Bloggers that time - Amitabh Bachchan and Lisa Ray. I had no idea what it takes to be an accomplished blogger, but I was excited to be a part of a community which is independent and expresses its views without any inhibition. I must say, it has been an amazing journey only because I have learned so much.

I started by writing poetry, then I started writing articles and now I can write anything. Professionally, I am a content writer for a couple of websites. I ghostwrite for two more agencies based out of North America. I write sponsored articles on my blog. I tweet, post Facebook statutes, answer Quora questions, and mention brands on Instagram for money. Brands even consult me for social…

Of Wild Sex, Poetry, And Man I Call My Ocean

Image
Those half-stoned eyes, Rough hands feeling up my breast. Your breath stinking of cheap liquor, I should have left.
Man, why did I stay? There must be some spell on me. I was a ruin myself, Searching for love in debris.
That cheap motel was not comforting either, Nor was the sheet smooth. I even felt bumps on the mattress, When our bodies rhythmically moved.
You rested your head on my stomach later, Asked me to read a poem for you. You are a man with 20 dollar jeans, Who calls quickie a rendezvous.
I don't know who should I blame? But it is more than lust. You listen to my worthless poetry, And I'm the only woman you trust.
Don't read too much between lines, you say, Don't call us broken. I'm the river which flows into you, And you are my ocean.
Man, why shouldn't I stay? You fill up the emptiness in me. With you, I'm a scintillating mess, With you, I'm free.
*Poetic expression after watching Elle. French movies can do this to you.

Main aur karamjali mombattiyan

Image
I want to share my dukh-bhari story. Let me begin by saying I live in a weird household. Nobody smokes in our family but we have a lighter in the house. Everybody loves candles but no one ever thought of buying a candle lighter. As we all know I do soak-up-my-melancholy-in-the-bathtub wala crap very often. I thought of lighting candles to create a poetic ambience. I mean I was all set. Bas 2-4 Gulzar Sahab level wali shayari pakki thi. Par luck ne saath aaj tak nahi diya, to kal kyun chamatkar hota?

I spent, beep-beep-beep, 10 minutes but no, I couldn’t produce one tiny spark from that lighter. That time mujhe maachis aur maachis wali poetry ki badi yaad aayi. Yeh wali - तुम माचिस की डिबिया पे अपना नाम लिख दो, कम्बख़त बिन जले ही आग लगा देगी! Seriously, never underestimate the power of maachis or the usefulness of a guy who smokes and can light a lighter. Anyway, I did it finally. I was like - you can add fire to words, yeh $8 ki candle kya cheez hai.

My stupidity began the moment I deci…

#Heartbreak

Image
For more hashtag stories, stalk me on - Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

You are my Desi Tharra

Image
My Blue Label drinking friends would say I've sold my soul to Desi Tharra. I have. I admit I've gone rustic. I want to taste that cheap alcohol. That 70-rupee bottle. I want it to hit me instantly. I don't want a tipsy evening. I want a drunk evening. High on cheap liquor and you.

Then let's get cozy. I'll read you a chapter from my unfinished book under my favorite flannel blanket. Hug me from my waist. Smell the patchouli on my neck. Lend me your ear. I promise I'll bare my soul. Listen, as no man has ever listened to me. Because every word I write has meaning. Breathe softly into my ears as I open myself to you.

Note where my words are harsh - someone must have stabbed me there - know my words are bleeding in response. Pay attention to the soft words - someone must have stirred my soul - know my words are humming a Coke Studio Pakistan song there. In case you feel my words are too intense at some point. Don't ask. Know it's you. You must have said s…

10 Things that Lower Your Credit Score

Image
No credit card application or loan is approved without checking your credit score. Credit score is not merely a fancy term. Banks and credit card companies check it before extending you a loan or approving a credit card application. So if you think late payment, non-payment of a bill and cancellation of a credit card are trivial issues, think again and think long term. These things can ruin your credit history. Thus lowering your credit score. You may not worry about it now. But it does affect your future loans. Even service providers have started looking for it now. Here are 10 things that lower your credit score, and you must pay attention to all of them: Late Payments Payment history immensely affects your credit score. CIBIL gives nearly 30% weight to your credit history. So pay your credit card bills and EMIs on time. Paying your credit card bill late lowers your credit score in addition to attracting penalties. Don’t make it a habit. Pay all your bills on time. One late payment ma…

We are 2 broken souls who perfectly fit

Image
You reek of debauchery,
Of wild sex on cheap sheets.
Of half-drunken nights,
Mindless flirting on the streets.

And yet I find you comforting,
I know you won’t last long.
You are that pop-chart number,
Not a meaningful song.

There ought to be a heartbreak,
For you to put your soul up for sale.
Broken people tend to use,
Hungry passion as their holy grail.

I can swim underwater for hours,
To find that pearl inside you.
I can walk under dark skies,
To see the light in you.

I want to burn myself,
To set your demons free.
I can even pluck the thorns out,
And plant a beautiful tree.

But do give me some hope,
I want to fix my emptiness with you.
I’m an epic mess-up,
I know you are too.

The world would call us crazy,
So be it.
We are 2 broken souls,
Who perfectly fit.

Image Source - @benjaminpatch

Friendship is a one-way street. Once lovers can never be friends.

Image
So we are done labelling our relation. I am love to you. You are love to me. Let's end the conversation on this note. Whatever remains after that is pure passion. Something the woman in me craves. Something the man in you enjoys.

We ruined our friendship yesterday. But, oh boy! I still get goosebumps thinking about it. My heart sinks. I feel dry in my mouth. And wet in places where I should. Even now, I can hear your whispers in my ear and can feel your body on mine. I have this uncontrollable urge to sink into your chest, kiss your neck and say - baby, you are mine. I want to savour you. I want to read unfinished poems to you. For one 5-minute kiss, I want to write a 20-thousand word prose. But I don't want to make you a hero. I don't want to give us a happy ending. I don't want to sleep with you every single day. Because if there is a man who can make one night a lifelong memory, you are that man.

I sure have this seething pain to be in your arms, sit with you on a col…