A bead of sweat trickled down from beneath my ear onto the pillow. It tickled the skin as it trickled, drawing my attention to the humid environment present. Pretty soon I realised that my hair was getting wet, the bedsheets had a damp silhouette of my torso and I had trouble breathing efficiently. It was … Continue reading I Deserve Too
We're not really good friends.
Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what's died. Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side. Tickling the cheek, Which betray A message's bespeak. Tears, sad tears, Flow by my side. Drawing a sniff, Drawing attention, But it's no one's tiff. Tears, happy tears, Flow by … Continue reading Tears
The pendulum clock chimes five, as I throw away my beddings in frustration. Once again, the night had left me petrified of slumber. My sleeplessness worries me this time, for it is not due to the usual causes. Quite often the woke hours of the night are due to an extreme in my emotional spectrum … Continue reading To Lull in a Null
Tum January banna, Mujh jaisa December nahi. Taaki tumhare aane ka jashn ho, Bhale mere chale Jaane ka gham nahi. Tum March banna, Mere jaisa February nahi. Taaki tumhare din toh poore ho, Mujh jaise adhure nahi. Tum May banna, Mere jaise April nahi. Taaki tumhara naata aam se jude, Meri tarah Sirf garmi se … Continue reading Mahine aur Tum!
मैं यहाँ अपने आप को खोजने आया हूँ, उसके शहर की एक रात चुराने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपने गीत सुनाने आया हूँ, उसकी शाम मे एक पल बिताने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपने ख्वाब साकार करने आया हूँ, उसके एक पल मे ज़िंदगी जीने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपना मॅन भरने आया हूँ, अपनी … Continue reading Main Yahaan Aaya Hoon
Somewhere far far away, beyond the realm of allure and distaste, exists a small bench. I will meet you there, to wipe away the clouds of doubts from your mind. We will sit there, beneath the very sky which refused to house you in the night and was tired of me staring at it desperately. … Continue reading I Will Meet You There
She listens to me Even if I've nothing to say. And she sees things in me, When I have nothing to show. She stays with me, When I have nothing to give, She stands by me, When I'm struggling to live. She talks to me, Even if I can't see her above. She comes back … Continue reading Consist
Why is it that throughout the history of man, he has struggled to come to terms with a sense of isolation? Why is it, that the idea of being alone has been associated with, or even birthed dark and negative condiments; ruining the flavour of life? I do not see an absolute bad in being … Continue reading The Hallowed Quest #2