Na jaane kitne baar yeh dil tootega Na jaane kitne baar yeh arman doobengey Na jaane kab yeh mann ko ayega sukoon Na jaane kab in aankhon ko ayegi neend Kuch daya kar mujh par bhi eh upparwale Itne bhi karam burey nahi keeye, chahe toh aazmale
Pawns. Extras. Soldiers. Mercenaries. Pawns. Fearless souls who stand in the front line ready to be sacrificed. Selfless people whose sole purpose is to fight and die. Fight a war they didn’t want. Die for those who wouldn’t care. Dead or alive. Pawns. 16 on a chess board. Brave, both black and white alike. Restricted Read more about Pawns[…]
When your closest friends are writers 🙂 Dearest Shibz….I wish you a day filled with pink unicorns running across the horizon leaving trails of glitter and magic. I wish you love, joy, peace and sensible south-indian films (with no horses or Chiranjeevi swerving under gas tankers). I wish you an unexpected but very pleasant encounter Read more about Birthdays and Blessings[…]
Can’t make sense of this, A regret, a mistake, a yearning The past cannot be changed And the future is very uncertain. Love lost or love found Love abused and brought to the ground A sin, a crime or just a free bird Emotions awry and flitting around.
A tiny flower wanted to bloom A terrible mistake – it was headed for doom Because in this garden that seemed like paradise Was a gardener with his ideas of vice. Flowers should bloom For that is the law But the gardener kept nipping the bud Because he thought the flower was a flaw. Now Read more about Unbloomed[…]
May be it’s high time I said something.
Pretty lights, night moves, lost in love #microrubbish
Sadness is what flows down her pillow Sadness is those drops that fall on old pics Sadness is water flowing down her empty eyes Sadness is a quiet corner in her empty room.
Here’s my first attempt at writing a Haiku. Wrapped in vermillion She climbed up the dias To light her pyre Thank you Raamesh and Rajeev for your critique
Come here, my friend and sit with me Below this beautiful, abundant green tree We’ll talk about the little birds sleeping in it Of freedom, winds, skies… Lovely, isn’t it? I’ll tell you my story, I’ll tell you a few I’ll tell you my dreams with hopes anew I’ll tell you my struggles and my Read more about Come here and sit with me[…]