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
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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”
Happy Children’s day
The child in me plays The adult in me stops The child wants to grow up The adult want the childhood back … ❤️
Ab sab poora sa lagne laga hai
ख्वाहिशें कुछ कम सी हो गई हैं खुश आजकल कुछ ज़्यादा रहने लगा हूँ … कम भी अब ज़्यादा लगने लगा है अपनी पुरानी चादर में रयीस सा लगने लगा हूँ … किसी रियासत का मालिक नहीं सारा जग अपना सा लगता है ढूँढता नहीं कोई ठिकाना हर ठिकाना अब अपना सा लगने लगाContinue reading “Ab sab poora sa lagne laga hai”
Hey Wind, Iam you
I am the wind I fly to you I move like my mind My mind is filled with you
Kuch der aur. Sona chahta hoon
कुछ पढ़ना नहीं लिखना चाहता हूँ और थोड़ी देर सोना चाहता हूँ … अगर रास्ते में हूँ तुम्हारे तो सरका दो या बैठो मेरे साथ चुप चाप, इत्मिनान से … वक्त को भरना नहीं गुज़रते हुए देखना चाहता हूँ बारिश से बचना नहीं जी भर के भीगना चाहता हूँ … अगर कुछ छींटे तुमपर गिरContinue reading “Kuch der aur. Sona chahta hoon”
I am on Pause Mode #haiku
#haiku
All good 😊
The restaurant Had soft music Wafting through … It muffled, well almost the poking of the forks And the scraping of the knives It muted the thoughts And accentuated the smiles … In the pictures It all looked good
Till I am a little older
By the time I am in the 90s I will know Which restaurant is good Which one I should avoid How much food is just enough How much, I will end up taking home Where we can share a plate Where, they insist on a separate order Which drink to order A fresh juice orContinue reading “Till I am a little older”
The book ends…and I am yet not sleepy
Have you ever felt the mixed feeling when the book is over. You feel maybe it could linger with you a bit longer. But like everything else, it also must end. But you still wait for a few words more… Another day to live…a few more hour with the beloved. One more hug… A lastContinue reading “The book ends…and I am yet not sleepy”
