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I experienced Sin

I experienced the sin Pure and septic gagged upto the brim Through the sieves of Desires In the hell of scorching fires It flowed through the veins Burning the neural path Furrowing deep ruts in the brain Botched patches of dried blood Making random patterns of the habitual flood For there was nothing to gainContinue reading “I experienced Sin”

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”

Yaadon ke Rishte

कुछ बातें जो हैं सिर्फ़ हमारीकुछ सचऔर कुछ जो अब सच बन गये हैं जब भी मिलेंगे फिर से दोहरायेंगेंसाथ हँसेंगेंऔर जब तनहा होंगे उन्हीं क़िस्सों को याद कर मुस्कुराएँगेइन क़िस्सों से जुड़े हैं इन्ही यादों का तो रिश्ता हैना खून का ना क़ानून का पर है बहुत पक्का और बहुत सच्चा

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”

Golgappa – Sphere full of taste

गोलगप्पे खाने का है चाव बड़ा पर जल्दी खाने में है फ़िक्र बहुत खड़ा हूँ क़तार में अपने मौक़े के इंतज़ार में पर इस बार तय कर लिया है खाऊँगा अगला निवाला पूरे इत्मीनान से

Living a dream

When I wake up rubbing my eyesdone with sleepready for the waking world I will grab in vainthe fading dreaminglingering in my woken mindready to beuncoiled and uncurled The routine of livingwill occupy timeturning minutes to hoursmorning to afternoonday into night sucked in the vortex of doing I will miss the good partof beingI mayContinue reading “Living a dream”

I wait at the beach

I sitby the seaon a empty morning beachpristine untouchedby other footstepsyet to reach The morning breezemoves the wavesever so gentlyplucking up a few dropswith every splashevery froth It touches my facewipes a tearbefore it rises to fill the blue skypuckering the flat skywith white fluffy dye soon it hidesthe rising sundark enough to form aContinue reading “I wait at the beach”