मैं यहाँ अपने आप को खोजने आया हूँ, उसके शहर की एक शाम चुराने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपने गीत सुनाने आया हूँ, उसकी शाम मे एक पल बिताने आया हूँ! मई यहाँ अपने ख्वाब साकार करने आया हूँ, उस एक पल मे ज़िंदगी जीने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपना मॅन भरने आया हूँ, अपनी … Continue reading Main Yahaan Aya Hoon
A scythe is clutched in her bony hand. Her face is hidden in darkness beneath a hood. Her pitch black endless robe is flowing behind her. The Grim Reaper stands in front of me, her other arm extended towards me. Her blood red eyes almost seem kind, full of pity and remorse, probably even guilt. … Continue reading O Death, Do Us Part
The hilly air gushed around. The mild sun played with a careless peepal beside me and wove pretty netted patterns onto the stone floor. Beyond the broken wall of the once regal fort, a sea of green littered with inglorious specks of human civilization, which extended until my brain changed it's focus onto the darkening sky. … Continue reading Rein The Rain
My night is a friend of the slinky moon, Which hides behind the dark clouds. Warm summer winds caress my face, As I stand trapped in the concrete canopy. The residual peace is unmatched within, As a savage storm brews in my guts, My conscience threatens to rip apart, Like huts ravaged by Poseidon's wrath. … Continue reading Inner Hounds
Life is full of questions, and questions are a substantial aspect of life in general. The insomniac dilemma of should or should nots; the severity of decision making; the worry of whether to move forward or not; the anxiety of the answer. Questions in life are like the water in a watermelon, comprising about 90 … Continue reading The Art and Grace of ‘No’
दर वीरान है और दस्तक का सूना हाल है, शहर मे मकान तो है, पर घर का सवाल है| खुले उजाले मे बस्ते अंधेरे का ख़याल है, हँसना आता तो है, पर हँसी खिलने का सवाल है| रात को नींद नही पर दिन से लड़ने की मज़ाल है, सीने मे दिल तो है, पर धड़कन … Continue reading Savaal Hai (Poem)
They asked me, What is it like To be so afraid of betrayal, That you push everyone away? What is it like, To be so afraid of not fitting in, That you instigate your desolation? What is it like, To be so afraid of rejection, That you stop trying? What is it like, To be … Continue reading How It Is Like..
"I'm - I'm not the same person that I was five years ago," she said. I looked at her. There was the same set of dark brown eyes; her beautifully shaped jawline which was perhaps even more distinct now; same slender arms, one of which still had the silver quartz watch her mom gifted her; … Continue reading We Meet Again
Dear Future Me; I hope, first of all, that this letter finds you. Secondly, I hope it finds you well. There are many theories of how a future self can help a younger self, but knowing me so far I can tell you that you, from the future, wouldn't change a thing or give me … Continue reading Yours Truly; You.