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Poetry

Part II – The Skeptic Me!

This is Part II in the series of three reflecting the times we are living through: The Cautious Me The Skeptic Me The Optimistic Me Tomorrow,When all of this is overMaybe we do notFall into oblivionAs ifNothing happenedNothing matteredNothing camenothing conqueredThere was nothingWhat got us…

Poetry

Part I – The Cautious Me!

I wrote this during the times of COVID-19! Yes, COVID-19 is a virus that grappled the world. Originated in China, the virus traveled far and wide calling for worldwide shutdowns and lockdowns. People were forced to lock themselves up to prevent the infection, businesses were…

Poetry

Kahwa (कहवा)

अर्सों हो गए एक कप गरमा-गरम कहवा पिए हुए,उस अंगीठी के आगे-पीछे बैठे हुएऔर अपने दिलों को हल्का किये हुए! वो कहानियां भीन जाने कहाँ गुम सीहो गयी,जिन्हें कहवे के घूंट संग पीते थेमानो वह चीनी से नमक हो गयी! उस कहवे में क़ैद दिलों की गर्माहट थीअब तो जैसे…

Poetry

Kuch boond zindagi

कुछ बूँद ज़िन्दगीगवा दी हमनेज़रुरत से ज़्यादाज़रुरत के नाम पेअगर सोचें ज़रा ब्रश करते रहेसाबुन मलते रहेछई छप छईएक बारी में टंकी खाली हो गयी भला धोये हमने भरतनगाड़ियां भी धुलती रहीधुले रोज़ बरामदे पानी की नालियां बनती रहीजो चाहते हम तो खिला सकती थी बगीचा हरा-भरा स्कूलों…

Poetry, Uncategorized

Hankering for The 7 Insipid Days

An early arrivalA cool breeze of airshooting the rumours of the heat.A ride with a driver, who keptfretting about the history we keep,laments about the quality ofkikkar, ammonia and Rahul they breed. A motley group of friendsfrom country’s far endslame jokes, petite jibesall of which,…

Poetry

Silence, the noisiest of all

Silence, I sayis not peacefulIt is bellicose, belligerent, beguileguarded in the cloaks of calm, composure and zen! It has this uncanny abilityto hit you hard,punch you in the stomachat the odd-est hourswhen you do not expect it at all! But after all these yearsof being bitten…

Poetry

We Have No Home

Every year, millions of us move places to places to achieve our dreams, accomplish something bigger in our lives. And with each move, we leave or (atleast seemingly disconnect) from our homes or hometowns. We find solace – a place to be at – and…

Poetry

The lanes that don’t call us back!

Few years back, we had left our homes in pursuit of newer and bigger things, achievements we called them then, compulsions we may call them now, if so? We never knew we would leave those lanes (narrow howsoever they were) for broader pathways that are…

Poetry

The Sparrow that Whispers

Long time ago (20years to be precise), that green eyed boy Was always caught with what he did to the lunch-box Ate, shared or clandestinely threw it in the bin What amazed him was How each bit of it, of what happened in the school…

Poetry

(Un)Cage

the drink was named The Bird Cage, a concoction of many-a-alcoholic taste. And as we grow up and life gives us a reality check, I think the drink is so aptly named for the times we are a part of. ran a glance through the…

Poetry

THE MOON GOT THEM COLDPLAYED

The moon – the playful moon, knows how to play it all At times oh so beautifully full, shimmering bright Yet would hide behind those irrational cotton balls Only allowing through them, a wink of its soothing light ‘t knows how to make the lorn…

Poetry

Oh those pink clad devils!

And few days back when I saw my facebook wall flooding with pink blossoms, I wished to scream it loud ‘Don’t fall in to the trap, Dare you not fall into the trap!’ Oh this pink painted canvas That mystically appears year after year Is…

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