It’s loudYet I hear it onlyI can switch off the musicYet the sound rings continuously It’s not on the device It’s doesn’t flow through the headphones It resides in the deepDeeper than the mind and the bonesWhere I need no ears To hearNeed no podsTo connectit echoesReverberatesTrapped In the sacred hollow in meYou can hearContinue reading “Our song, for me and you”
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There is No Bulb
We gathered in the balcony. Sipping whiskey and watching the dark night. Silently reflecting and occasionally making conversation. Nothing in particular and none too serious. Music filled the pauses in the conversation. Each one having their own conversation in their minds and a customary one with the others. The night was nearing early morning. TheContinue reading “There is No Bulb”
Not a wild path
Lonely and quietThe path walks through the forestIt’s not a wild one In response to; CCC# 24, hosted by Crispina
On the preset trail
Is your life today what you pictured a year ago? On a preset path The escalator moves On its preset speed Some run, to move faster Some stay static Holding the moving rails Each reaching Sooner or later At the same exit Did I think I would reach there? As I look back I say,Continue reading “On the preset trail”
Raat ki Maggi
रात की Maggiकुछ भूखकुछ बस यूँ ही कढ़ची घुमातेकरी ढेर सारी बातें कुछ संजीदा, कुछ बस यूँ ही डेढ़ ग्लास पानी मिलानाऔर, थोड़ा instructions से कुछ अलग करना जैसा है, वैसा सही था Carrot और मटर डाल कर उसे बर्बाद करना कोई reason नहीं पेट की नहीं मन की भूक है ज़्यादा कोई खाये elaborateकुछContinue reading “Raat ki Maggi”
Travel beyond (Bas chalna Hai)
मुड के देखा तो हसीन नज़ारे देखे क्या छोड़ आया हूँ क्या अब आगे है जो छोड़ आया हूँ अच्छा था जैसा भी था सच्चा था एक सफ़र है मंज़िल नहीं किसको पहुँचना बस मुझे चलना है
Together. Safe.
Blood stained
A place of unmeasurable horror. Where humanity dipped to the lowest. There stands a monument serenely reminding that one must never forget
Co-passengers of a while
I met themTravelled togetherSpoke and heard those moments we sharedI knew a part of themA part of me they knewWe knew each other Our selves we bared A coincidence it wasA chanced meetingNot something we planneddestiny got us pairedmemories remained Contacts were lostLike scribbles on sand With familiarity, both were scared To be strangersIt feltContinue reading “Co-passengers of a while”
Take a Backseat
Sometimes One must take a backseatBit messyNot particularly neatWatching the traveled path Roll out through the rear windowReflecting on the pastAnd not worrying of the futureWatching the sun Peek through the passing treesShading the half open eyesSleepy but not tiredHands free, Off the steering, but insteadfolded on the resting neckSupporting the relaxed headLegs on theContinue reading “Take a Backseat”
My Tales Within 