There is a cornera forgotten onein the obscure partof my garden it lies separated from the rest of the lawnby a scatter of shrubsgrowing uncheckedunseen, unrestricted There in that cornernothing is in ordermanicured or controlled There grows whatever wants to growwhereweed is not separated from grass where flowersand busheshave no separatepecking order where hedgeshave noContinue reading “An obscure corner in my garden”
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My name is Me
My first namegiven by my parentsechoedtheir aspirations but now it has meaningattached to who I amand not what it means I make the nameand not the namemakes Me
Kites in the Sky
रंग बिरंगी ढेर सारी पतंग कुछ कटी हुई और कुछ ऊँचाइयों को छूती हुई जो डोर से बंधी थी वो उड़ रही थी जो कट गई थी वो हवा के साथ बहती जा रही थी जब थक उड़ान थी पतंग पर हर की आस थी कट जाने पर अगले पतंग की तलाश थी कन्नी कसContinue reading “Kites in the Sky”
I lost to myself
My happy clock
I had a clock as a kidwhich did not worknot even a bitI meanfor whichtime never passednot even a tick what a useless clocka worthless piece of metalyou would saybut for me it was dearwith whomI would spendmy entire day A day would endbut for us it would stay stillthen I grewbut it stayed sametimelessContinue reading “My happy clock”
The play act
Dancing into the New Year
It’s going to be new year tomorrow.In next one day, we will move a year. It seems like that, but is not true.It’s an end of a yearapparently, but it is equally untrueAnd a beginning, it seemsBut it is as much, as any next dayBut what, it truly isIt is an occasion To rejoice withContinue reading “Dancing into the New Year”
For the love of write
I looked upthe statsAnd there I saw the dipFrom the previous weekI wonderedwhat happenedhow could I fall downfrom my previous peakmaybe I said something something out of tasteor a line or twowritten in hasteso I read through all my scribbles pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t all that wasteI liked what I wrotea factI was happyContinue reading “For the love of write”
The last month
It’s the last monthand thenthis year would be a pastTwelve monthclubbedAnd called an yearat lastIt sure passedQuicklyOne year in a blinkIt was a full long yearIf you look back,Pause and thinkFilled with memoriesBitter and sweetFew things done, some left undoneSeemed a long timeMany things were plannedFew things of work, fewer things funBut now it’s overWellContinue reading “The last month”
My songs plays on
It’s a continuous thingThis livingA play indeedLike an endless road Many a timesa lot of funwhen I run alongthe happy road and sometimesit dragsme alongthe weary road But it never endstill I say it’s overlike a songplaying on repeat mode
