off the clock

Half here, and half off in a world of my own.

Nothing here is about work. This is the part of me that drifts off mid-sentence and into an imagination I never quite want to leave.

I drift while driving, while talking, sometimes while everyone thinks I am listening. Somewhere in that distance, a line appears.

About

Most of my writing happens when I am not really there. Driving, or halfway through a conversation, I quietly step out of the room and into a world of my own. It is not hard to follow. It is just hard to come back from, because that world is usually more interesting than the traffic.

I write when I am alone. The moment I begin, the dots start connecting on their own. One line pulls the next out of somewhere I did not plan, and I am mostly just trying to keep up.

Lately I make AI videos too, mostly to hand my imagination a face it can wear for a while.

So this page is the version of me that lives in his head. The couplets, the half-built worlds, and the things I notice while everyone assumes I have stopped listening.

Something I'm building

Zube

Chat with the videos you save and never rewatch.

A side project, fully mine. You save hundreds of videos and lose every one of them, so I am building something that turns that pile into a conversation. You just ask it. It lives in design and mockups right now, which is honestly the most fun part.

Poetry

Shayari, the same instinct that makes a reel impossible to scroll past.

Some of these are unfinished. This is just how much came to me, and I would rather leave them honest than force an ending I never felt.

Main toota hua hoon, par main haara nahi hoon,hoon tanha, magar besahara nahi hoon.

on not breaking

Teri narazgi ne dil ko pareshan kar diya,mujhe sultan banaya aur gumnaam kar diya.

on heartbreak

Zindagi, zara ruk ja,mujhe saans toh lene de.

on a pause
Stories

The Farzi Soul

a memoir, still being written

Mine, not an AI's. The week I walked out, written raw, the way it actually felt.

Prologue: It's Time

It's time. Time to close the old chapter and start a new one.

It all started on Thursday, July 24th. I woke up with a heavy head. Not a headache, just... heavy. Jaise dimaag sunn pad gaya ho.

Phir dobara sone ki koshish ki, par so nahi paya. Aur phir bas jism chhod kar ek zinda laash ki tarah kuch der pada raha, jaise bechaini si ho mann mein.

All those tangled thoughts felt heavy on my head. Dragging myself up, I went into the living room and turned on my PC to work, but my brain refused. I tried to play video games to distract myself, but the controller felt heavy in my hands.

The screen went black like my mind after just ten minutes.

I retreated back to the bed, exhausted. I plugged the charger in, then immediately ripped it out, muttering, “abhi use karna hai.” The battery could wait.

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More chapters on the way. This is still being written.