to write, you need...

to tell stories
or you might burst
paper, pen or a laptop
as if, it were an addiction.

yoga

an eye for the bad
the good
and most importantly
the grey

murder

a love for words
and their cosmic dance
from your pen
or mind.

deceit

hurt, pain,
loads of love
a passion for life
and everything it throws
at you

lies

a smile and a tear
a dark heart of gold

more yoga

a need to experience
everything
once, twice,
aw! all the time

mirchi pickle in mustard sauce


arrogance only if
coated in humility

papadams

meet aliens
at your doorstep
as if it happened
all the time

tight underwear


have sex atleast once
on the beach
to understand sand

been to a morgue lately?


fears: don't forget them
little monsters you know
fairies, goblins, elves
chudails and their cousins


a friendly personality


essential: a schizophrenic existence
walk in the park with
an imaginary pet or friend
conversations with self are normal

the ability to talk to strangers

wax your legs
if you are a guy
hairy underarms
natural eyebrows
as a style statement
if you are not

pranayams: they ease the pain

an education if you want to be a writer
none if you are a storyteller

finally, a muse
and then nothing matters