Sunday, April 26, 2020

This is it!

And she had her favorite drink. This is it!

How she even prepared it?
She made the dough first. It was prepared with wheat, water, some salt, and sugar too.

She evermore wanted to have it, but today her craving became unpredictable. She started preparing those crisp and crunchy golgappas with sweet & spicy water, the magical water of relief.
Even without any alcoholic content, it gave her the intended high. She was gazing forward to it.

The oil in the frying pan was just right for the little round poories. She made the reasonable circles of the prepared dough, small and round. Annanya wanted to have a couple of those little ones before the last sign of relief.

Golgappas puffed perfectly, and she flipped them to cook for the perfect night.
The crowded open pan was soon stuffed with even more round poories. She kept adding more than she could take out from the frying pan.

Potatoes were also boiled along with chickpeas to be added to the golgappas. It has green chutney in one corner and boiled potatoes with chickpeas in another. Golgappas were placed in the middle.




Annanya started working on her magic portion, her favorite drink. She prepared the spicy water mixed with salt, sugar, green chili, cumin powder, asafoetida powder, mint, and her secret ingredient.

The dining table had candle lights. Just the right light in the massive room filled with antique furniture. The glass top of the table was reflecting the candle lights and it was about midnight. Yes, mid-night. She kept the platter on the table and went inside to get ready for the big night.

Annanya was looking exceptionally beautiful that night. She came out looking radiant. That little black dress, glossy lips, her hair covering her swollen eyelids and that smile, suspicious. She started having golgappas.

She enjoyed each golgappa sitting alone at the table. She had the last one with the portion right. A pinch of poison was what she added.

And it was her favorite drink. This is it!!

Gul Kapoor
26th April'2020, 3:00 am

Quarantined Soul - days & night!

Thursday, April 23, 2020

We Are Broken But We Still Glimmer


We Are Broken But We Still Glimmer 


We have been cursed by the lord,
I know I can never meet you again,
I rise each night to escort you around,
You are nowhere to found,

I know you'll not be there my dear,
But each night I rise in fear,
My life is utterly lonely without you,
Oh Lord, comfort the path through

Each evening you leave your mark,
And each night I embrace your spark,
I spread the glimmer of your love,
So all hearts may melt as a dove,

Come someday and meet me,
When there will not be us three
This earth shall be dissolved
So our love for each other evolve,

And we can unite into one
Oh you brightest star, my Sun,
The curse on our love will end one day
I wish he heard us pray,


I have to rise from where you set,
I wish we end this debt,
Or I will never be able to see you,
We keep moving in the sky blue,

Drench in tears of your love,
I sometimes don't rise
Then with the hope, I radiate again
As I don't want you to solely suffer in pain

Oh Sun, I will rise once you'll fall
And then I'll rise tall,
Life is long and immortal
I will make this curse quartal,

Moving separately is a strain
Till me meet again
Till I see you again
Let the earth rain

I can rise only after you set,
You can rise only after I set,
Our sacrifice should not be forgotten,
By these humans rotten.

And we can meet when no one will see us leaving our defined paths!
Some day, Some Night! When they’ll sleep, we will meet!

Gul Kapoor
23rd April'2020, 2:00 am

Quarantined soul day & night!

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Pata nahe! I have no CLUE!



Pata nahe aaj kal khade khade kyu roh dete hu mai

Soch mai kuch nahe bass aise he kuch
Bina soche kho dete hu mai

Kehna mushkil lagta hai mujhe

Kehna mushkil lagta hai mujhe
To likh likh kar he sahi
Bass yu he sab kuch kho dete hu mai

Mushkil rah hai yeah safar

Mushkil rah hai yeah safar
Magar dekha hai ke aasan kisse ka bhe naha

Pata nahe aaj kal khade khade roh to dete hu

Kuch halka sa toh lagta hai
Iss dil mai Inn he baha kar

Bass agle pahal he jaise phir wahe janoon sawaar hai phir

Mujhe khud se khud ko kho dene ka
Na he paane ka bass ro dene ka
Pata nahe aaj kal khade khade yu he bass thoda sa roh dete hu mai



Saturday, December 1, 2018

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Friday, August 31, 2018

What got me here, what I am doing here? Who am i?


Scratched, wounded and dumped near the dead road side
It was a dark moonless night, yet some light was falling from the next street
It was late already, and the area was also shabby
I was thrown near the garbage because I was used
Used to the utmost satisfaction of a human thirst

All I could see were dogs scratching me along other garbage bags and thrown food
Trying to smell if I was alright for their consumption
One dog came near me, close very close and suddenly another one barked from behind
It moved away in fear as the master of the pack was here
The master roared like a tiger

Tail up right in dominance as he barked
It came near and smelled me multiple times as the dog was struggling to find what I was
It tried to bite me, but I was rotten, rottener than a dead meat
It moved to the thrown food next to me
The dog and his pack scratched all bags and left leftovers around me

Some trash was under me and a lot over me
I left suffocated with trash and dirt
I was also suffocated with fear, anxiety, uncertainty and my approaching death
All I knew was that I was there, in fact I lost the sense of who I really was or what I was
What got me here, what I am doing here? Who am I?


I was full of dirt and far below for even an animal’s consumption
I lay under the Garbage heap on road on a moonless darkest night
On road on the back side of the café shop
Where I met him for the last time

All I could remember
Last time as I wanted to call it off
Call off the fakeness of this relationship
Wanted to take off the ventilator from this long dead relationship

But as we called it off
I started feeling dead
The love for him was still pure
Things happened, we shouted, and it was over
But my heart lies there dead near the garbage heap