Dhuan

है धुआँये जहांउड़ता हुआबहता हवाओं मेंफिर मिलता हैइन फ़िज़ाओं में कहाँउस आग से निकलाउस आग में दफ़नतू पहले था कहाँऔर कल होगा कहाँना तुझे खबरना कोई ग़ुमाये जहांहै बस धुआँ

Concrete gobbles Green

Concrete city Spreads in greed Covering land and space With columns, slabs and beams Vicious and cold With no remorse Singular in purpose Yet eerily pristine Crawling and creeping Gobbling up In its path All that’s seen Turning grey In its march Every last breath of the dying green In its path stands tall TheContinue reading “Concrete gobbles Green”

the word that describes me

if there was a wordthat describedwho I am it would arisefrom the abyssthat I am the unheard shoutthat, what will echois the one, I am the grossand the shadowthe light, I am whispering windthe cool breezethe fragrance, I am in the worldI have become dirty otherwise, pure I am A word that meansa word thatContinue reading “the word that describes me”