Sad souls seeking salvation: slowly sipping sips of saline tea - too much salt in the sea and their eyes; the sea floods, their eyes do not. To their rescue comes whiffs of smoke blown from cigarettes stuck between their coarse lips devoid of kisses; when they are not stuck between their lips, they are… Continue reading The Tea Always Gets Over, Such Is The Complain
The week passes with little knowing of my cat growing - sinking her claws into my palms gently than ever - my hand displays the white lines of her scratches on my dry, brown skin. The sunlight peeks in through the door which is left open, awaiting your arrival - but arrives only the sunlight… Continue reading Sat Ur Days
आसमां बेहता है बादलों को बाहों में लेके, मैं बेहता हूं जब तुम बाहों में होती हो। बाहों में होती भी हो क्या? आज रात बाहें हमारी खाली है, कल रात भी खाली थी, कल भी शायद खाली होंगी। खालीपन है भरा पड़ा, भरा भी तो है ये दिल तो तुम्हारे प्यार से। सांस लूं… Continue reading ऊबन-दूबन
जान जाती है जब आप उठ कर जाते हो, या फिर बस ऐसा लगता है हमें। ये जो जान है वो सिमट कर रह जाती है हमारी मुट्ठी में। इन एहसासों को भर देता एक कटोरे में, और घोल के पी जाता एक प्याले में जिस पर लिखा था आपका नाम कभी। जब आपके रस्ते… Continue reading बिना पेंदे के प्याले
Why is it so that there is such a row over what becomes of us; it sickens my already-pale heart. Must I shut close the chamber which echoes with your thoughts? Time shall pass as it always has been; lean, I am to your much-awaited approaches. What is there to do but to carve my… Continue reading Young; tall; lean.
Not too many people around; not a sound when I think of you. The whirling fan rotates for hours of the midnight - straight while I gaze at your reflection portrayed in the frequently visited corner of my mind. To speak of the heart: a beating device; pump-pump is the sound and round is the… Continue reading Crank Crank Goes The Fan
Miss - if she has to go, she'd be gone in a few month or so. What of the vows of this reckless heart? At dawn, I wake up to wake up to see her through the curtains that her eyes impose on me, as my dreary heart which I cage longs to engage her… Continue reading Honour Plucking