आज क्यूँ ऐसा लगा तुमसे दोस्ती कर लें…. …. जान पहचान हुए अर्सा हो गया यह चेहरा कुछ अपना सा लगा… … आँखों में आंखें डाले अर्सा हो गया हाथ थामा है अब तो गर्माहट का अह्सास हुआ… … ठंड में नर्म धूप का लुफ्त लिए अर्सा हो गया आज जब बैठे तो सदियों केContinue reading “आज फिर से”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Hey time. Wait!! Let’s string moments together
Moments are fixed in time And I am fixed in this moment While many of my moments pass without me Hey time!! I am quitting the `now` I am going back. You can stay Or you can move on Something tell me You will wait for me I know, that you know me better YouContinue reading “Hey time. Wait!! Let’s string moments together”
The supreme sacrifice
The ticker scrolled out the news. It moved in an endless loop accommodating the criptic mention of the Army Jawan Killed among the many more other news, in its limited loop cycle. The news anchor smartly read out the essential details in keeping with the constraint of time of the bulletin. The names, the incident,Continue reading “The supreme sacrifice”
Haiku – the eating place
Sushi at haiku Tangy taste on tongue Night celeberates
The Democratic dream
The dream of democracy Utopian it may be, but full of hope it is. Many voices through one, a dream it may be but full of hope it is Virtuous leader must emerge Reflecting the voices Chaotic fairness it may be, but full of hope it is It is a dream isnt it?
Tasty dough
Hot grill bakes Cheese and sauce melt into dough Taste in eyes too
What I missed this morning
It’s another day. The grind of the day commences as seconds turn into minutes. The timings are forced by habit. Each moment optimised to maximise comfort and safe living. Safety was built through certainty, by sticking to the practiced routine. This day was no different. The countdown began as I pulled the car out ofContinue reading “What I missed this morning”
Who Cares… Who’s Real?
We heard Laila o Laila play on the FM. As the drums did the rolls Me and my daughter play our ‘guess who’ game. “Do you know… Who is the drummer?”, I ask. “I don’t know”, she says “It’s ‘Amjad Khan’ I answer, to score a point. But she says that’s only in the movieContinue reading “Who Cares… Who’s Real?”
Turmoil of flavour
Sweet and tangy competing for flavour turmoil in the buds taste reigns supreme Second only to ‘eating together’
चलो नई कहानी लिखें
अपनी स्याही अपने किरदार एक कहानी हो गयी एक से मोहबत और एक से नफरत क्या कहानी हो गयी नाम किरदार का याद रहा अपनी पहचान भूल गए कहानी, एक सच्चाई हो गयी किरदारों से वाह वाह ये अब कैसी उम्मीद है अजब बेबसी हो गयी नए रंग की दवात ली है नए रंगों सेContinue reading “चलो नई कहानी लिखें”
My Tales Within 