Tag Archives: Poem

Cobbler on the Street

Cobbler on the street Fixing the shoeI wore on my feetHe saysIt’s the soul that’s separatedFrom the worn out hideI asked If it can be mendedCan it be stitched backTo the way, it was beforeHe checked itInside outFeeling the textureGauging the damageIt’s been trampledUsed and abusedWorn in the mannerSo very irresponsibly Yet he said, heContinue reading “Cobbler on the Street”

The wrong turn

I took a wrong turn Ended up in a fairA beautiful gathering Some place I wasn’t awareWe wandered Aimlessly Yet finding destinations At every turnA lot to seeMany worthy to covetA happy rugAnd old sad urnThere were showsThere were dances tooSome traditional Some modernThe crowd was getting thickerThe heat was heavyPoured down by the angryContinue reading “The wrong turn”

I think I should get lost

मन कहता है  मैं हो जाऊँ घूम  … ना कुछ कहूँ  ना किसिको सुनाई दूँ  बस रहूँ  अंधेरे सा ना दिखाई दूँ  और बस घुल जाऊँ तारों की चमक मैं  रात कली की महक मैं  ठंडी हवाओं के झोंके में  … मन कहता है  मैं हो जाऊँ घूम 

The maze wins

I put the leash On the collar  Holding it back  Keeping it safe  I set the rules Punished,  if violated Rewarded,  if it was followed I set the path That right one For I know  What’s right  And what it takes  To survive Made of safety nets Woven from the yarn of rules I create Continue reading “The maze wins”

Maut ka Jhashn (Glorious celebrating the death)

तेरी मौत का जश्न बड़ा आलीशान है ए आदत ये तुझसे मेरी आखरी मुलाकात है गहरी नींद में सो रहा था हैवान वहीं नींद में गला घोंट आया हूँ आज जब से जगा हूँ सब कुछ बदला सा है पाऊँ ज़मीन पर नहीं आज मन कुछ हल्का सा है बहुत खाया अब भूक नहीं पहुँचContinue reading “Maut ka Jhashn (Glorious celebrating the death)”

I had a dream

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it? I had a dreamthat glazed my eyesas a wide eyed kidUnsure and forlornA dream, vague and unclear Yet wondrous,hopeful and warmOf being someone who, I wasn’t yet And who I would be, eventually A dream of reaching a favourable pointinContinue reading “I had a dream”

I wear the mask of past and future

Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? In past lies The story of me Both happy and sad In future lies what I might be Full of hopes and fears In the now Where I am today Lies the outcome of my own choice Right or wrong Filed withContinue reading “I wear the mask of past and future”