20 December 2010

The Zippo

She hated when he smoked, yet gifted a Zippo. After 55 years of belongingness he uses it again, acknowledges the lovely gift, he kisses the zippo and ignites one more. With every drag he is just a step away from her. And the journey begins.

10 October 2010

10-10-10 Dasvidaniya

This day I aim to make a confession, I was enormously in love with her and my verses could never expound my feelings. But my body did react to each and every drift she made. I am sorry I haven’t told anyone of you about my clandestine affair. I am sure few of you would have read my verses of devotion http://nikholic-psyche.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-like-man_19.html  for her. But today on this auspicious day of 10-10-10 there is confession I wish to do. I want to take up a vidhan (in Marathi this is known as a promise). A vidhan on 10-10-10 is I shall forgive and forget her forever. Few parting words for her.

You stood by me

For all the pain

And I had nothing to gain

You made me insane

With you addiction in vain

Today I say I shall be away

With the happiness I want to sway

Forvever keep you at bay.

Bye bye is all I want to say

Dasvidhaniya Dasvidhaniya Dasvidhaniya. ……


04 October 2010

All alone as I came

All alone as I came,
On the verge of making clone
A clone so chirpy, a clone so morbid
A emotion so vital an emotion so fatal
Forgive and forget is that can't happen,
Can't impute the rationalizing psyche,
Future in the womb, trapped and expecting.
Celestial happiness is only with the thoughts.
Die or do, live or let live.
Just be sane that u act the way you are supposed to act,
Cause if you don't, u are wrong rationalizing outcast.
Even after year of human civilization to accompany.
All alone as I came.

05 July 2010

The Rain

That's the view from my house in Mumbai. Isn't it lovely and all the more breath taking in the rains. All thanks to my Mom & Dad its only because of them I could afford to be in the midst of such an heaven. Love you both.
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30 June 2010


Why does society bind us in the most complicated trap and expects us to be happy about it. I think the society has its own way of making you strong. A person learns so many things, to love, to care to do so many things. Even if one doesn’t desire to do so. I think a situation teaches us the very same thing to behave and act in the sane mind in the most insane situation. The only thing that helps you sail through is that you’re the most important person in his or her life. The moment this charm losses it is the ending of a relationship. Feeling important and to be made felt important is the most vital thing, basis which a human being and a relationship survives. People who disown the importance are of no more importance to the society. It’s an insane truth. It’s like a bondage you have to bear the pain to experience the orgasm

12 June 2010

And then he took out his gun, aimed at her head.....

It was horrifying to note that Shweta will win over him. He was almost shattered by this thought, and the same acted as a fuel to put her down to prove his victory. All this while he had noticed what had gone wrong, and situations where based to make him feel as a person of low self esteem. He had always won in all the situations may it be usage of pleasantly verbiage, or just portraying the power of stronger sex. But he failed to understand why all of a sudden wind has changed its path. And the power of denial and acceptance was no more in his ambit. It was all dark and he was shattering through the house to look for her, there he finds Shweta hiding in the closet. He calmly treaded to her and said it’s your turn now I am the thief and you are the cop. And then he took out his gun, aimed at her head.

This post marks as a century to me..................

09 June 2010

The Umbrella

She was soaked in water and the rain drank her tears. She was waiting for something magical to happen. She then felt the way she was protected with the company of the lost. She was melted with the thought, what her mother would offer her. you lost it the 2nd time in this rainy season.

16 April 2010


The tinsel town of Mumbai can offer you more of mental room than physical space. That’s the paradoxical situation for people who stay in Mumbai. Ashok was born to Pandurang and Shevanta bai the only child who could lead the legacy of Jadhav family after the fatal blow of 4 sisters in the year 1981 the year of glories the cotton business was flourishing and had captivated more than 25% of people staying in Mumbai. A lot of them being emigrant from diverse parts of Maharashtra, mostly from them from the coastal area of Konkan. These migrations had happened over a period of 3 decades and some families had two generation staying together already. They were allotted housing these housing were small two room apartment with a common balcony and toilet. The common balcony offered a glimpse of each family its members their shades, agony, worries, distress, grief it was a colorful place with all colors of human emotion. Ashok grew with all the luxuries his mom and dad could offer and afford he was person with a baton in hand to move the legacy he was to be respected and taken care of for the Jadhav family sake.

Ashok grew up to be pampered child and as a theory, he was wasted to the core as the only one to the heart of his parents. Ashok grew old but the parental guidance was stiff enough to waste him out. He studied in the best of the college in town. He graduated without any hustles, in that sense making his parents proud. The family went through eddies, but not that fatal blows that they can’t sustain in Mumbai. Finally Ashok had acquired a job and from then he was certainly an eligible candidate to be subject to the ritual a bachelor and most importantly the family awaits for. Sheela was the companion chosen by him and his parents. Sheela was a tanned beauty and had a holistic feature that can hook on Ashok. They started living with the family and started occupying the small habitat, but in few months they realized that the small habitat deprived them of the large privacy they need to fructify their marriage. They both had discussed about it but financial constraints didn’t allow them to take that herculean step to gain the much desired privacy.

Ashok was thoroughly depressed and expressed this depression to one of his friend Lalit. Lalit suggested him a place where he can satisfy his quest. Ashok initially declined to be in such a place, but as the time passed by he saw this thought marinating in him. Finally one day he decided to be there. Ashok was so unfortunate for that specific day; the place was raided by the cops. Everyone present in this place was arrested and taken to the police station.

At the police station men and women where asked to stand in different rows facing each other. Ashok and Sheela saw each other standing with a blank face.

Dear readers I leave it to you to decide of what could be the possible situation.

09 April 2010

Insane is Sane

Being insane is most sane, it was always been the same way. People and friend who are successful have insanely followed their dreams. I somehow lost though of my insanity and thus was going crazy. Now i am back to the insanity but in the most anonymous manner. Though the fear of people indentifying your thought, and making a perception is much fatal. One should be insane about the sanest thing in your life, it can be a person of an object of desire. Every Genius is with a touch of madness, I don’t claim the term Genius here but I might just make my way through it. The road is to be enjoyed than the desire to reaching a destination. The destination passes by and you just don’t realize it. it’s a constant flux. Every second a destination changes and thus the journey never ends. Follow the insanity. Sanity might fall for you........Be Insane to be sane.

07 April 2010

Purely coincidental as it may seem

Purely coincidental as it seems
Incidences are not just they seem
Nothing just happens
Everything that happens has a reason
And therefore…..I am alive too
Purely coincidental as it may seem

Broken hearts and tears around
Note the coincidence that surrounds
If you cannot face the pain
Your old self....You'll never regain!
You might blame it on the game
But if you don’t learn...the incident might happen again
Purely coincidental as it may seem

I remember the time I met her,
I remember the eyes that looked into mine!
But the thought of coincidence, my heart refrain,
And now with wounded heart my eyes rain...
Don't blame it on just happening things
Life is not coincidence as it may seem.

20 February 2010

Should or should not.

It was after a lot of efforts she decided to get into it. A women i her probably forced her to take that herculean step. Its always difficult for her (women) to get into it may be the thought of it is quite fascinating. That decision of hers would get things moving and would force her for a dedicated action of the rest of her life. She surpasses the alley of depression if she was ready for it or she could handle and manage it. It’s always difficult for a women to take such a step by intention or an accident she has to suffer it carry it and take care of it all through the life. She is tested positive