To do justice to an awesome play act Nothing Like Lear by Rajat Kapoor—performed (brilliantly) by Vinay Pathak I needed a couple of Haiku 17 syllables were just ain’t enuf so here it is… Mixed in funny tearsAlas t’was ‘nothing like Lear’ We waited for Shakespeare Then it was revealed A magic trick so realt’wasContinue reading “Nothing like Lear”
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I saved her…I thought
A leaf stuck on grillIt would have fallen on groundI thought I saved her
My worn out shoes
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you. My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWoundedContinue reading “My worn out shoes”
Bus iske baad
अभी थोड़ा busy हूँइत्मीनान सेबात करते हैंबस इसके बाद हाँ करवाना हैfull body checkupplan करते हैंबस इसके बाद बड़ी देर सोच रहा हूँछुट्टी बहुत accumulate हो गई हैapply करता हूँबस इसके बाद वो नई picture देखनी हैसब कहते है बड़ी अच्छी हैbook करतें हैं onlineबस इसके बाद हर SundayDrive पे चलेंगेschedule बनाते हैंबस इसके बादContinue reading “Bus iske baad”
Tujhe mila kya hai
खोके सब कुछ तुझे गिला क्या है उम्र बीत गई तुझे मिला क्या है … काँच के पिंजरे के अलावा तेरा क़िला क्या है अपने सिवा और कोई तुझे मिला क्या है … कहाँ का है तू तेरा ज़िला क्या है एक तिनके से ज़्यादा तुझे मिला क्या है … ख़ाली हाथ चल दिया हैContinue reading “Tujhe mila kya hai”
Take the plunge
The unsure Waver The tentative Stay rooted It’s always in making Never perfect It’s always reaching Never there Plunge if you have to Only then will you rise Water Will never be warm The river Will never be calm
Mind – The creator #musette
From oneto anotherMind moves CreatesA whole new worldTo live And thenIt worries thatIt’ll end
The night spoke
रात की बात मुझसे हुई खामोश रहे कुछ लम्हे दोनों फिर लंबी बात हुई … डर नहीं लगता, क्या तुमको? उसने पूछा, सहम सहम कर मैं ख़ुद हूँ डरा, और चकित हूँ मुझसे मिलने क्यों आया कोई … फ़िर व्यथा अपनी सुनाई मेरे बारे कुछ पूछा नहीं कई अरसे का बांध भरा था आज अचानकContinue reading “The night spoke”
Silent shriek
In the din of silence I heard a silent shriek In the hollows of the heart It echoed loud The eyes welled up With ripples of tears Trickling over the brim Flowing freely At last till the creases of the hesitant smile There it paused Between the sad end And a happy beginning
The one to be remembered
What’s the first impression you want to give people? The first look The first feel A glance that meets And lingers a bit longer … A flutter there A flutter here A smile there A smile here … In the time Both wander away But the feeling remain etched And the moment frozen … NothingContinue reading “The one to be remembered”
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