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Our Almost Love

August 29, 2016

Our Almost Love Serendipity pwneha

We could’ve been something.

Today I can’t even say

You were once mine.

We had something, didn’t we?

Heady, intoxicating, real.

Like good wine.

What did we have?

An almost relationship,

Almost love?

Wasn’t everything a sign?

Our almosts and what-ifs

I now lay to rest.

This poem, is the shrine.


Book Review: Hooked, Lined and Single by Rashmi Kumar

September 27, 2016

Hooked, Lined & Single by author Rashmi Singh is Alafia Singh’s quest to find Mr Right, right now. Once married, at the age of 21, a marriage that lasted nearly a year, Alafia is now at an age where all she sees around her are married people, and all anyone asks her is when she is “settling down”. Howver, our protagonist is not just finding a groom because of the pressure, but because she wants to get married. Or does she?

hooked lined and single by rashmi kumar

The premise of the book is interesting. Our society places so much importance on marriage and “settling down” that we have all seen this happen either to us or to people close to us. The pressures are enormous. Through Alafia’s narrative, we get to hear the stories about her encounters with prospective grooms. The stories are funny, relatable and amusing. It is fascinating to see how people go through the travail of the arranged marriage setup.

But what is more interesting is how the character struggles to know herself better, forgive herself and others for the hurt caused over the years and find out what it is that she exactly wants. Her journey towards finding about her past and how it affects her future is what stood out for me.

While the first half of the book is immensely engaging, and I could hardly put it down, there came a point when I started to lose interest. Wehn it all became a bit repetitive. There are also certain times when the main protagonist is not likeable at all, and you start to question her moves and motives. She says things like “He is not a gay” at one point and that really put me off. Whether that was typo or grammatical error or that Alafia herself is a homophobe, well, who knows. Other than some of these cringe worthy moments, the story is really engaging and one can feel her hurt and pain.

In a nutshell, this is a light one time read that can be finished in a couple of hours. Pick it up if you’re at the airport and have time to kill. If you are someone who’s struggling with the pressures to get married or have in the past, you might want to give it a go.

The Illusion of Options

July 4, 2016

New shoes. New lipstick. A new lover.

Someone to hold you while you drift off to sleep in a drunken trance.

But then everything looks different in the morning light.

Scars look severe and angles don’t look soft anymore, the way they did on that dimly lit dance floor.

It is then that you know that you deserve better and so does this person you barely know. They deserve better than someone who’s only just clinging on to the bones on their body with glue made out of cheap booze and half-smoked cigarettes.
The illusion of “better” though. The illusion of options.

This vain thought that maybe someone better will come along. A new person is a new high. It is not better people you are craving.  It is the high of being loved by someone new, because it becomes harder and harder for you to believe that someone who actually took the time to know you, could love you.

That someone who knows the little quirks about you could be simultaneously in love and annoyed with you. It becomes inconceivable to you that as the layers you created around yourself slowly peeled off, this person still stuck around. You suddenly feel raw, vulnerable and terrified. It dawns on you that you’ve let your guard down and it is only a matter of time before they invade your soul and destroy you. Like the people in the past did. No. You can’t let this happen yet again. It is now time to wear all the layers, and become all new and shiny for a new and shiny person. It’ll be wonderful I swear, at least up until the time the layers start to wear off.

And yet there is that tiny little part of you that whispers every time you meet someone new: maybe this will be the love that’ll hook my heart and change everything. Maybe this time. Maybe this time.


To Keep You Warm

April 24, 2016

While you are fast asleep
In another part of the world
Surrounded by hills
And enveloped by cold winds
I’m sending you sweet dreams
I’m sending you warmth, my sweet
Kisses and cuddles
Sighs and sweet nothings
I’m sending you me
To keep you warm
© Neha Kapoor

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First kisses

February 24, 2016


Whiskey breath.
Sweet nothings.
First kisses.
Trying to know each other.
Trying to fit in to the puzzle.
Trying to be the missing link.
The missing link
to happiness,
to love,
to ecstasy.
Eyes that spell desire.
The craving for your skin.
The longing for rapture.
Captivated. Eager. Thirsty.
All said through a
whiskey breath,
sweet nothings,
a first kiss.


© Neha Kapoor

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