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By Saru Singhal - December 13, 2015

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Dreaming Wanderer. www.tonightidream-iwander.blogspot.comDecember 25, 2015 at 2:19 AM
Nice.. I hope the apartment has a bedroom. That's where the relationship can lie down to heal n nurture :)
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AseemDecember 26, 2015 at 3:52 PM
Thankfully the anger is parked down in the garage. This would at least give them time for love and happiness at home :).
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Shoma AbhyankarJanuary 18, 2016 at 12:01 PM
Very beautiful
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Maitreni MishraJanuary 18, 2016 at 1:27 PM
Such a thoughtful post! :) Beautiful!
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purba chakrabortyJanuary 18, 2016 at 3:07 PM
Beautifully weaved :)
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Arun PrasadhJanuary 18, 2016 at 11:26 PM
Good not to take the anger inside the room.
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Anupam ChakrabortyJanuary 18, 2016 at 11:47 PM
Nice way to get rid of anger :-)
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Anjali SengarJanuary 19, 2016 at 2:24 AM
Aww! Such a wonderful lines :)
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Yogi SaraswatJanuary 19, 2016 at 3:32 AM
गज़ब लिखते हैं सारू जी ! कैसे और कहाँ से आते हैं ऐसे शब्द ?
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Dipanwita ChakrabortyJanuary 19, 2016 at 7:39 AM
Beautiful thought. If anger is parked down in garage, love can sneak in anytime. :)
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cifar shayarJanuary 19, 2016 at 8:04 AM
nice and powerful story
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sunaina sharmaJanuary 19, 2016 at 8:48 AM
There is hope.....anger is out in the garage, thoughtful hearts will eventually heal...Beautifully expressed Saru...
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Sabyasachi PatraJanuary 20, 2016 at 3:54 AM
Loved this. There are not many people who can park their anger in the garage.
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My poetry is not for foreplay. It's for after sex.

By Saru Singhal - July 28, 2019

My poetry is not for foreplay. It's for after sex. When you'll light the Marlboro and move to your side of the bed, my poems will be the breath of fresh air in a room filled with smoke. But do not underestimate me. My poems won't be sweet, gentle or mellow. They will be brazen, brutal and bold. I will present them on a sharply-edged knife. The blood on the knife will be hot. Fresh from the wounds I don't allow to heal. You will take a drag from Marlboro - but served with my sinful words - you will feel as if you've snorted cocaine.
You will not get high, though. You will see the world in a different light. Murky lanes leading to posh hotels, board rooms and high-rise apartment buildings. In one of those aesthetically decorated rooms, you will see a man f*****g someone's life just for a little pleasure. You will see him getting hard on someone's misery. A woman pleasuring herself while watching a wrecked home that she takes all credit for. To watch someone se…

To the guy who gave me my first kiss and the real taste in music

By Saru Singhal - September 07, 2019

One morning my 21-year-old boyfriend asked me to bunk college. He was too sad after listening to a ghazal. 'Bunk!' I thought. I would elope with a guy who loves music like this. I even proposed how our life would be - we would pack our clothes in 2 suitcases, he would take his dad's Maruti 800, we would take tuitions to earn money, live in a small one-room-first-floor house somewhere in Himachal on rent, and listen to music till 4 am. 'You idiot, my dad wouldn't care if I am lost, but his car. Let's not take the car,' he said with a straight face. It was decided then and there, we would elope and not take his dad's car in which he lost his virginity.
I met him at our favourite spot in Sector 36, Chandigarh. 'Where to?' he asked. 'Anywhere. Just drive,' I said. He turned on the music and drove. The roads were empty. We passed Manimajra. We didn't talk. We listened to the music. That was our bond. We loved the same songs, in the same fa…

Loving you was not a mistake, it was a bloody sin

By Saru Singhal - June 05, 2019

It was a cold November afternoon. I sat on the floor. With my knees pressed against my breast, arms around my legs, I wept inconsolably. There was no one in the house. I was alone. But I wish you were there. I wish you could see your only accomplishment. Your only legacy -- you ruined someone's life beyond repair. I hugged myself tighter and closed my eyes so tight to squeeze out every last drop tear out of my body.
It was the last day I thought of you as a man. You know why -- it was the last day I doubted myself as a woman.
It's June now, it's cold here in Toronto. Today, months later, I felt like sitting on the cold floor and crying to ease my pain. I did that. I sat on the chair, looked at the steady pile of setbacks, one failure after another, tears rolled down my cheeks. My every effort to build my life comes crashing down week after week. But now, I don't wipe my tears off. You know why -- I don't wear mascara any longer. You not only ruined my life. You to…

When he left me and my love affair with chai ended

By Saru Singhal - July 10, 2019

His 1000-watt smile under the dim light of the car made him sexier than he actually was. His 5 feet 11-inch lethal body, almond-shaped eyes and perfect manners made a posh exterior every girl fell for. But I fell for the animal he was. He was honest with me. And I was real with him.

'I missed you,' he said. 'Did you miss me?' he glanced at me while racing the car on Ambala-Chandigarh highway. 'No. I didn't.' I lied. He pressed the accelerator harder only to stop on a secluded road. It was dark already, but his intentions were darker. 'So,' he said while leaping onto my side. 'You didn't miss me.' I looked straight into his eyes but before any word could come out of my mouth, he was inside it. Then he came on top of me. He kissed my neck and inhaled on it.

'You wear the best of perfumes. You know when I led my troop to that village last week, I was buttoning up my shirt and thought of how you smell. Oh, you make me so hard!' He went…

How I met my muse virtually

By Saru Singhal - July 21, 2019

It was February. It was Friday. It was late at night. I had just emptied half-a-bottle of Blue Label. There was a musk-scented candle burning on the side table. Coke Studio music filled the room and my senses with intrigue. I picked up my phone and started scrolling Instagram randomly. The universe conspired to entrap me in the mystical world of unchaste desires. And I stumbled upon your picture.
I froze.
Oh-f**k-wow!
While my eyes stared at your picture shamelessly, my mind said those words and my body was in a whirlpool of emotions. I've seen men. And I've seen men. You know what I mean. But you - oh man! You were a perfect concoction of handsome features, sublime sensuality and tranquillity dipped in fine scotch. 5 minutes before landing at your picture, I was tipsy. But then I was f*****g drunk on you.
You were the magic poets create in words. You were the visual orgasm painters draw on a canvas. You were that risque undertone musicians try to create in a passionate song. You …

Things I've done in the last one year to motivate myself

By Saru Singhal - August 07, 2019

Things I've done in the last one year to motivate myself: Started a planner. I write every single thing I do in it. Even if the thing is as petty as paying the credit card bill. Because some days I don't have the mental strength to do even that.Used the stopwatch on my phone to keep track of how many hours I'm active. Even if I cook a meal, I track that too. Because some days I don't have the physical strength to get up from my bed.Self-talk every morning to tell that life is worth living. There are beautiful people who care about me and love me. Because some days I'm terribly lonely and the fear of life-long solitude put me in a dark hole.Post-surgery, I developed breathing issues and I've put on weight. With great effort, I started walking again. I try to walk 8k-10k steps a day now. I track it on Fitbit.
These are the practical things I do to keep me up and running. I'm sharing it in a hope this may help someone.
Much love,
Saru

To My Ex

By Saru Singhal - March 09, 2015

Darling,
Languid-Tepid-Shallow, I thought I would be. One breakup and days later, I strongly disagreed.
To cleanse myself off you, First I cursed you day and night. Proved the theory within a week, That out of sight is actually out of mind.
What was left of you after, I stuffed it in a cardboard box. No, I didn't burn you silly, I sold all those things in a pawn shop.
I earned enough bucks and enough wisdom, To not waste myself over one guy. I kissed my future ever so tight, And bid your memories a silent goodbye.
Still I feel I owe you, For one blessing you gave me. My life is much better without you, Vivacious-Fascinating-Free.
My two pence in return, Never make promises you can't keep. Women label men like you as - Loser-Worthless-Cheap.
Your Ex and a Super-girl
*Image Source - Meira Rai. Do check her Facebook Page Ho-aile. Her cartoons and illustrations are an absolute delight.

Savera by Anusha Mani - A Song that is Poetry in Every Sense of the Word

By Saru Singhal - February 18, 2019

I rekindled my love for music in October. I'm an insomanic and music is the best company at 2 in the night. I'm alone, heartbroken and at crossroads in life - now imagine the intensity with which I listen to it. But let me brag first - I listen to music with the kind of sincerity and devotion that may surprise you - and I'm very proud of it.
If you will give me a song, I will give you an exact scenario which suits it. No, I don't do - this is a shower song, this is a long-drive song thing - that's amateurish. I do - this is a song I would listen when I'm back from a date, removing my makeup, getting ready for the shower, and humming it like an anthem. Believe me, this is the simplest of scenarios I'm presenting here. My descriptions become more vivid, dirtier and fun. Those who have heard my descriptions would smile if they are reading this post. But this post is not about that. This post is about a song which is poetry in every sense of the word.
I'm tal…

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