“May be the lines of your fate must be echoing in the air, which he must have heard” She could sense the savageness of that sound loud and clear. Breaking the monotonic virtue of time and space. Suspended and surreal was every pulse of her existence. Her brown eyes blinked and She started thinking she may not have … Continue reading »
Chingari
Hath chingaari pe rakh de kuch is tarah.. naqaab pehne khwaab aaye kuch zara.. Hath chingaari..hmm hath chingaariii.. rafta rafta jo ho tere aahato ka sabab dadhke ye dil or kare pashemaan fitarat.. na samjhe ab tak to samjhe ham teri dasta kuch zara hath chingari pe rakh de kuch is tarah.. ye gila mausam … Continue reading »
Dew
Let it slip.. that dew of dawn.. let it roll like a romantic thought.. Just don’t wonder where did it go..wonder where it got lost.. The touch of hand..drenched in tears.. facile shapes in sand..appear and disappear in quenched fear.. Tried to hold it as an impulse of escaping ecstasy.. though all I can see … Continue reading »
Bleeding Blue!
I have never been a fan of cricket! Never been the keeper of numerous stats for I have always lacked faith in the religion of India called cricket. You can call it blasphemy, I was happy to be part of that 10% of pessimistic crowd who always thought cricket is just nothing more than money … Continue reading »
Tippy Tappy dance
When Clouds circles over your sunny sky..just roll over a bit n do a tippy tappy dance dance.. When the blues kisses the light of your whites..just slip a bit..n do a tippy tappy dance dance.. and soon you would see everything disappearing..like snowflakes dissipating in the motionnn..all you need is a tippy tappy dance … Continue reading »
Sometimes…
Sometimes it’s not enough or sometimes Is it Enough! It can be either that’s the horror of sometimes… Sometimes I wish it to be or Sometimes wish it is It can be either that’s the weirdness of sometimes… Sometimes I wish you were like or Sometimes Like I wish you were … Continue reading »
Confessions of a flier
I know how to fold and join these estranged dendrites perhaps to launch a folded euphemism of euphoria or liberation. Though I wont call it harsh subjugation of my nature or destiny. All my life, I have known and loved one thing…my wings..my flight.. Yes, I am a flier.. I have seen plateaus and mountains..high rise…low rise.. … Continue reading »
Sylph
It was no ordinary love. A glass filled with curiosity, confusion and enigmatic attraction. In the moments of stranded solitude he picked her hair..one by one..each strand showing signs of simplicity, each moment carried. Looking behind the veil of suspended black seraphic beauties he saw her smile. It must be the fogginess of the voice that … Continue reading »
_Nadir_
It is a realization of a writer. I mean a person is what s(he) writes. I have two worlds: – One of real people and one of people who understand what I write. Either of extreme can make one spin. Sometimes it is hard to find the difference between the two and you gradually started to shun … Continue reading »
Echoes
I find thee in the tiniest of joyous moments as well as in moments of deepest despair. An invisible power patient as ever as I strive harder to reach out to thee. Thou presence needs no proof and I ask for none Life is woth living ..if you have someone worth dying for Kuch ajeeb … Continue reading »
