Tongue runs cold
words freeze on its tip,
neither melting their way back to heart,
nor diving off the lip,
voice rises retreats like an impatient wave beneath the throat.

There is another world around the clavicle,
a volcano desperate to erupt,
throw up all the lava,
crushing the icebergs,
before diving of the lips,
dragging a scream along.

And the moment passes…

All the lava drowns in my veins,
burning the heart,
smoking the lungs.
My eyes go blank after the calamity inside,
and just then someone asks
“what happened?”
i say, “nothing, just choked..”


Zindagi mushkil hai, 
tum asaan hoke dekho.

Zindagi jasbaat-e-dil hai,
tum khayaal banke dekho.

Zindagi kadmo ke nishaan chhodne ki justju hai,
tum udaan bharke dekho.

Zindagi ek sire se shuru aur doosre par khatm hai,
tum unke darmiyan ek yaadgar musafir banke dekho

Crowd of thoughts

I woke up in the morning,
and mind was flooded,

wishes were taking sunbath,
plans were warming up in bed,

anxities were rushing,
pushing every affirmation on the way,

dreams lost their way in daylight,
or maybe went to chase the fears in dark,

guilt was hiding in a corner,
for ethics had issued a lookout notice,


held it together for long,
navigating through life with compass of right and wrong,

this time i let it go,
it fell apart,
i saw pieces scatter,
escaping from each other,
as if staying together never mattered,

i was empty and they breathed free,
being broken had its own beauty.


i had to choose,
to wait in hope or to rush out of fear,
fear of missing out,
fear of ending up alone on the street,
fear of no one giving you a shout out,

but i chose to wait,
wait for things to cool down,
wait for people to turn around,
wait for life to happen the way i wanted it to,

just that no one told me,
once you choose this,
time invested buries the option to move on,
things only get personal,
so personal that no one cares,

and you do end up alone on the street..