The Night…

Everything was beyond comparision
The glittery waves were all set to get us drowned into their haunting lullaby,
Even the sky without twinkling stars
was beautiful
Needless to mention,
it had a wraith-silver disc hanging all alone,
to listen our beautiful silly conversations
Conversations which apparently didn’t have meaning in it
Or might had a deep one
Conversations that were unplanned yet filled with curiosities
It all started with those 1 am talks
The talks filled with some overthinking stuff.
Everything was going great
From awkward silence to all those guffaws we passed
From beguiling beauty to the uninterrupted increasingly esoteric conversations
Until the dawn broke in
letting us to witness the golden rays that turned clouds, meadows and mountain bright!
Which was supposed to be magnificent, right?
But it wasn’t,
Despite of the brightness,
the clouds, the meadows, the mountains everything looked dull this time.
Eventually it evoked the realisation that our vibes weren’t bright as the sun rays.
To our surprise!
that heart-to-heart talk didn’t go well
Things got messed up…

Here was the conclusion
Scenic beauty or material possessions were never the matter,
But the vibes between us were!
Harshleen Israni


Story of our LIPS 👄

Conveying your messages is my art and my duty for sure
Whispering into the ears is my way of giving it a sensuous touch
Being stared by your friends is one of my secret stories
Some are creepy, some are cringey while few are the ones filled with love.
But you ignore them, why?
I need love, I need caressing
But then you just talk and pull them away?
I everytime think, might be this time
This time I might get a kiss or a mush!
May be a French, Indian or an American one?
But no you wouldn’t trust my friends
Yes my friends, My Dearly Lip Friends!
Some are wet, some are dry
Some are red while some are brownish
Some wear glittery shades while others wear mattes
Few smells like those of rich and classy branded ones,
While some can be tasted from a distance!
But who cares for my cravings, right?
I get hopes and you turn them away!
Ohh lady or a guy, whoever you are
A GenZ, a millennial or a Gen X or even a baby boomer?
Doesn’t matter, just go on with the flow
This is life, you wouldn’t get again
Get me my taste and I’ll get yours!

                                     -Harshleen Israni

Dream Woven Story

Yes, dreams do weave a story. When we write a story, we usually take fictional characters. While on the other hand, dreams use real characters. The characters who are known to us, the characters who has been with us at least once, although it’s very rare when the character is unknown and new. We stimulate dreams by giving it prompts everyday, meanwhile doing our chores. Whatever we see, observe, do or experience, throughout our day is used as a prompt. Especially whatever we think or even watch, right before we sleep, it directly goes into subconscious as a prompt. Meanwhile we are unaware of what’s gonna cook in our dream. But dreams really do surprise us, by it’s unique way of weaving a story, using all the prompts. After we wake up, sometimes out of curiosity, start contemplating about it. Trying to figure out, why did I see him or her in my dream or sometimes we focus on the conversation we ended up with. And eventually conclude, that yes this person or situation was on the top of my head and thus was a prompt to your dream woven story.

Here is the dream that made me write so much-

Meanwhile, we were enjoying a wedding reception, me and and my sister along with our relative decided to eat ice-cream, in a nearby ice-cream parlor. We went there and ordered 3 ice- creams. He made ice-cream using the evenly half cut pieces of bread. Meanwhile, we were eating, he was scribbling something on his desk, which turned out to be a complicated English word. My sister was trying to peep, so as to know what exactly he was scribbling. She tried reading it but couldn’t in her first attempt. Then when he caught her peeping, he asked if she could read,  and she said yes. She read although faltering.There he said, it’s an easy word. To which, she agreed! although pretending to know the meaning of it. Meanwhile I was thinking about him, how can he know so much of English (better than me), out of nowhere, my brother appeared in the scene. He was on the call, talking about the increasing corona cases. 

Here are the prompts of this amazingly dream woven story

1. wedding and relative- I met this relative in my cousin’s wedding and since then she is on the top of my head.

2. Ice- cream made from the pieces of bread- Right before sleeping, I watched a video of bread recipe and also a recipe of ice cream.

3. Complicated English word- Along with the recipes video, I also gave grammar test on FB and scored full marks, this boosted my confidence for English. The reason why I underestimated that shopkeeper in my dream.

4. Corona Cases- No doubt, this is lingering in our mind since lock down.

– Harshleen Israni

Not to be a part of Herd!

If you’re the only “one”
I bet you’re enough
Not like those “two”, “four”, or ” thousands”
Who have got common pronunciation of “O’s” in them
Unlike “one”, for which an “O” has to be sounded as “wa”
And if you even join “one”, I bet you will lose your specialty
That’s when you’ll become “two”.
-Harshleen Israni

Alone to be Alone?

Am I alone to be alone?
No right?
we all feel loneliness
how ironical, to say this
“we all are alone”
in spite of living together in this world
surviving together for better life
working hard to have “food, shelter and clothes”
everything together
to get the predestined happiness
but yet I see people sitting on beaches,
to have inner conversation with waves
I see people sitting on marine drive,
to feel envy of couples
or to fight with their loneliness?
I watch them playing with mud alone
some write their name on Jhuhu beach
or some end up carving hearts on mud
I watch them capturing Bandra worli sea link alone
and then posting it on instagram
which is totally the mirage of happiness and fun
and so I myself watch them alone, too
trying to learn from these people to enjoy loneliness
or to slay it?
but at the end
Happy Realisation
“we watch each other doing all this alone together,
although apart ”
-Harshleen Israni

Dreamy Genre- Nightmare

In between the people
where the lips talk about series
where the eyes remain stuck on to netflix
where the mouth hold pizza
where the hand hold coke
where the legs hardly have any movements
where the ultimate mission is just to complete series before anyone else does
where the mission is to increase the number of watched series into the list

I have this challenge of dealing with the nightmares
which has now somewhere become the permanent genre of my dreamy series
No, I ain’t in the state of getting terrified through these nightmares
but rather I am in the state of dealing the aftermath
How shall I open my eyes?
when I know that there ain’t anyone to console me
there ain’t you beside me to solace
and so I  prefer the company of those demons and ghosts
who rather comforts me,
who make me realize,
“It’s just a Dream”

     -Harshleen Israni

His zero buck pizza!

He prepared his pizza
Just like spreading chilli flakes and oregano
Spread his hand all over my body unbottoning my shirt, naked me
he started licking me like that of a pizza cheese
while I went on screaming and shouting stop!stop!
he went on enjoying his taste
he smelled this cheesy pizza excitedly and then, closer and closer
started biting every part of it
while I would shout it hurts, please stop it!
but it didn’t affect him
After all, I were his most delicious pizza to suck
which he got for no bucks!

Harshleen Israni