There are days when I write a four-line poem and am satisfied with my days product. And then there are days when I go out for a walk, eat the best and the healthiest, pray, get an exceptional work out before sleep (if you know what I mean), rest, work, study for my papers,Continue reading “To Be Worthy Or Not To Be!”
So being crazy is good enough? Or being crazy once in a while is okay? Or better still, in order to live an exciting life, we indeed, do need to be a little crazy or our lives become dull and dreary?
खुश रहने में और खुश दिखने में अगर फर्क न होता तो मेरे घर क आईने इतनी कहानिया न छुपाते. I am sorry, for translated it will just not mean anything to me and so I leave it just as it is.
All you vain dreams As short as a mid summer night Swift; fleeting; lonely Bestowing me with nothing but melancholy. Fierce as a loving woman’s anger Sweet as the kiss of a passionate lover A bell at dawn; a parting groan- If only I’d be wise enough to see beyond it.
I am sitting Huddled among my friends Or beside my love But I am sitting And I am laughing, talking. I am happy. Or so I thought- For I was sure, sitting But I was alone Where did he go? Why did the people leave me? I was confused Scared. And then I saw someoneContinue reading “The Arrested Fear.”
From the dust I rise To the dust I return In an inconsequential flight I rise and I burn. The love, the hate, the humanity All perish therein, The rusting body ends my travellers’ joy Annihilating the very proof of me.
वो घुंघरू की जँकार वो झिलमिलाता ताल. वो बजते ढोल वो सरगम के बोल. वो थिरकते पैर वो नशीले नैन. वो दिल धड़कता वो साँसे झूमती. वो मन मचलता वो अनकही ख़ुशी. वो ज़िंदा होने का एहसास वो ज़िंदा रहने की प्यास. आज सब बहुत याद आ रहे हैं.
This is what I came upon social media today. Guess, being socially active is not after all, all bad? A much needed respite from daily humdrum, from routine monotony, from everyday expectations. Try it, it does look, sound and feel peaceful!
I am not a very huge fan of children, Overwhelming as they always leave me, Fearing, exhausted, and hidden. Despite which they have never failed To wipe my tears, Into smiles and cheers.
I leave my office Ditch the elevator And jump down the stairs. I plan to go home Early, yet again And then I don’t go home. I drive through the streets, The long lost, The long, waiting streets. Accidentally, unintentionally I lead myself to ‘the’ place, The secluded one. The isolated street Stares at meContinue reading “It Never Rained!”