society – My Tales Within

Shoes hide the feet

Sitting on a pavement Watched shoes Travelling feet … Some moving with purpose Some dragging … Some shiny Some worn out … Some stylish Some subtle … Each one different Each one unique … Some as per wearers likes Some, the only one wearer had … Shoes hiding feet Making footprints of what is wornContinue reading “Shoes hide the feet”

The modern bind

What would you change about modern society? A social system A set of rules Old or new Is a bind. What would I change? When it flows through me Feeding me And feeding on me

Alone is not an option

There is nowhereI can be meOther than ‘in me’There are voicesThat sayYou can’t be ‘You’Who else Can I be, I wonder When I am crafted to be Just ‘Me’Yes, It might be a good ideaTo be aloneBut I know that can’t beIt might be betterIf in youI only see me

They can only be Purple

Some orange, some greenThe buds are yet to openThey flower purple

Beard

It never emerged It was cut to size In the morning Like a ritual Always This time It emerged When we were alone Like a shadow Darker We spent time Alone and together It stayed As a friend Close Bit unkempt Some strands of grey Whichever way It still remained Friend over the days ItContinue reading “Beard”

Melting Boundaries (Pighalte Dayre)

कुछ दायरेकुछ रस्मों रिवाजमेरी हदें तय किया करती हैं मेरा वजूदमेरा मज़हबमेरी पहचान बताया करती हैं मुझे कहाँ जाना हैमुझे क्या करना हैअक्सर ये बयान करती हैं किनारों में रहकर महफ़ूज़ रहा हूँमुक़र्रर मंज़िल की तरफ़ लाचार बहता रहा हूँअपनी पहचान भूल, खारा हो गया हूँ समंदर मेरी मंज़िल नहींमैं कोई दरिया भी नहींमैं तोContinue reading “Melting Boundaries (Pighalte Dayre)”

मुखौटे

ऐसा कुछ है जो भूल गया शायद कोई बात है जो कहते कहते रह गया। थोड़ी हिचक थोड़ी शर्म रोक टोक और अनदेखा भ्रम। ज़िन्दगी की सीख से चुनी रसमों की दीवारों में सही और गलत रंग की सियाही से लिखे दकियानूसी रिवाजों ने एक एक कर दफनाया है कई सहमें से ख्वाबों को। ऐसेContinue reading “मुखौटे”

Woman’s Day?

The hair fell in a neat bunch on the apron, as the skilled hands of the barber, cut them to size. I knew the curling locks would be fun and fashionable, but was also aware that the norms were not what they adhered to. My hair style is for others to like. They liked itContinue reading “Woman’s Day?”