Echoes of the soul

50k

50 thousand minds read My words, from my heart Read on screens small and wide Resonating, in that many hearts … At that moment I dwelled Warmly in their hearts Happy for all those eyes That lingered … At that moment I grew Happy, for all those minds that read and thought … I feelContinue reading “50k”

The two Xs #womensday

The two Xs,I am happy they combinedI never complainednever questioned Y❤️❤️❤️

The space I need

What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance? My middle name is a space Between the first and the last It means not much But that’s what we all need

I am learning

What is the last thing you learned? It really doesn’t matter Nothing really does Yet it hurts, it feels good It’s just a song on repeat mode It sounds just like me Not surprisingly I am the instrument Did I learn that? No, not yet I am learning though Till then I am loving thisContinue reading “I am learning”

Koshish

किसी ने की कोशिश दो कदम चलने की उस नुक्कड़ पर फिर से मिलने की कोई कदम पहुँचे ही नहीं … किसी ने की कोशिश लिखे ख़त को पड़ने की पन्नो पे महके अल्फ़ाज़ समझने की कुछ ख़त लिफ़ाफ़ों से निकले ही नहीं … किसी ने की कोशिश दबी आवाज़ों को सुनने की अनकहे लफ़्ज़ोंContinue reading “Koshish”

Happy Holi

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Hate, I ban you

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why? Hate The word I could ban … But yet The feeling Would linger … I wish I could Eliminate that Maybe someday

Dad, friend

वो सबका आसरा किसके काँधे, सर अपना वो रखे रखता वो, सब दिल में छिपाये जो हो रहा, ख़ामोश सब देखे कहता है, बस मुस्कुरा दो हर बात को हँसी में उड़ा दो सबका प्यारा, सबका चहेता ख़ुश रहते सब, उससे मिलके है कुछ परेशानियाँ, किसकी नहीं हैं कुछ रह गए अरमान, किसके पूरे हुएपरContinue reading “Dad, friend”

My worn out shoes

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you. My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWoundedContinue reading “My worn out shoes”

She waits

वो इंतज़ार करती है ना जाने क्यों, वो राह तकती है … नहीं आयेंगे, बड़ी दूर हैं ये जानती है फिर भी, मानने से इनकार करती है … अब नहीं रहे, वो नासमझ सयाने हो गए हैं फिर भी फ़िक्र उनकी यूँ ही रोज़ाना किया करती है … कहाँ है वक्त इस भागती दुनिया में Continue reading “She waits”