Happy Hour vs Happy Place

7 PM on a Friday evening
Burdened Shoulders
Dropping down with pain and stress
You are faced with a choice
A choice between two things that are Happy!

This first thing is a crowd favourite
And why not?
It allows you to rant and vent
It’s the option that makes you forget
And makes you feel brave too.
Loud laughs
Funny Quips
Friends Cheer
Snap a finger, Midnight is here.
Every time you visit
Your mind turns and twists
and, just like that
Sorrows drown deep inside
Happy Hours push your pain aside.

Option two is known by few
Possibly because, it’s imaginary,
It requires you to be vulnerable
To be able to embrace the good version of you.
This one makes you smile
Sends the feeling of joy through your soul
It shows you
Heart’s desire
Dreams you aspire
What matters at the core
Your secret, what gives you more
Every time you are here
towards a positive state you steer
and just like that
Sorrows fade away to the far
The Happy Place is a rockstar

So, it’s 7 PM on a Friday evening
Burdened Shoulders
Dropping down with pain and stress
You are faced with a choice
A choice between two things that are happy.

Happy Hour or
The Happy Place
What will it be?



Favourite Train Station


No matter the time
No matter the hour of the day
The train runs
Moving closer with every stop
Reassuring as it glides ahead
Changing tracks
Still not losing sight of the destination
Signals cause delays
Breakdowns and maintenance too
Worries me,
How much longer?
I think, I get restless.
My eyes await familiarity
The wooden benches
Candy and food stalls too
We are close now
My mind begins to relax
Within 5 mins, I will alight on secure grounds
I smell safety
A smile begins to appear
I can spot the tall pillars
Benches and bridges too
The train starts to slow
My heart is happy now
No it’s not just a train station
It feels like home

a little loud burst


Irritation rising on the inside
Frustration, he could no longer hid
He blurted it out.

The one thing about his best friend he couldn’t stand
The one thing that bothered his, his every hair strand
He blurted it out.
He loved his best friend, he did
From college to roomie phase, his feelings he hid
But today, he blurted it out.

 It annoyed him, every single minute of every single day
The best friend had no idea he felt that way
So finally today, he blurted it out

He could no longer hold it back
So he launched into a verbal attack
Sigh! Relieved, he blurted it out.

The best friend said (No way am I changing my habit), sorry bhai
Both of them said cheers with a cutting chai
But at least, he blurted it out. 


Tube Light- her 4 am friend

The sun brought along schedules and spreadsheets
Mundane as they may sound, with these, her fears she cheats.

Kept her mind occupied, her fears at bay.
Enthusiasm of meeting people, sometimes real, mostly fake, got her through the day.

Cometh the midnight, she closes her eyes tight.
No escaping the frightful fears, to the ceiling and beyond, it’s a lonely night.

Mind at unrest, body tossing around in the bed.
The possibility of this turning into a permanent scenario, she lay scared.

Rain slashing against the pane, freakish sounds abuzz, her eyes open wide
She curls up on the right, with no one to hold on the other side.

This thought of ending up alone played like a horror scene.
Few minutes, sometimes longer, never does it go unseen.

Switched on the button, the old tube light in her room shone.
Giving Ally, the comfort and familiarity of the known.

Falls into a slumber finally, in the company of the light
Its effect was dim, but it gave her a sense of might.

Give it up all for safety

“ We only say things, because we are worried.” Sounds familiar ? This dialogue right here and another very famous one, “You’ll understand when you become a parent.” are the two solid, fueled by emotion weapons parents effectively employ when their daughter ( sons’ are conveniently spared) acts in a manner which they think is wrong.

When a girl enters home at 11.00 pm after having gone through a barrage of calls from her mom in the past 3 hours, the first thing she gets to hear, “ you’re a bad girl.” Who cares about how her day was or what she had to leave incomplete and return home only because her parents thought it’s wrong to come late.

Why doesn’t anyone understand that if something bad has to happen it can happen in broad daylight as well. Why don’t dads remember the time when they were young and worked nights to fulfill their dreams. Why do they forget that even they hung out with friends till midnight and beyond. Why do rules change for children and why doesn’t same logic apply to parents?

It’s all okay for parents to attend weddings and social functions and return home even at 1.00 am. Does this mean that traveling in a car with parents guarantees a girl’s safety? Not so sure!! Why is it okay if a girl goes for a late night show with family but going for the same show with friends is unsafe?

If parents did get their daughter educated then why not let her decide what’s right for her? Or was the education just for the heck because for once they might let her take her own decision but seldom will they willingly respect it.  How about for once trying to understand her point of view and coming to a mid way solution.

For a lot of girls, their job is all they have got. Some are bread earners for their families while for some it’s their companion. After a certain age, friends get busy and not everyone has time for everyone. In such cases only thing that keeps that single girl going is her job. (which Bdw she is good at). She loves it and desperately wants her folks to understand it and be proud of her but that’s a rarity.

While money is the criteria, it is the secondary one. It is passion and success that she wishes to share with them but the damn safety comes in the way.

P. S. Every daughter knows that parents mean well but they have to understand, she is not going to be a 5 year old all her life and at some point they need to let go.