Tag: Writing
Hope
उम्मीद को जरा सी हवा दो,
पतझड़ भी थोड़ा खुशनुमा हो….
Make love..
Rains
Some left their skies
some ruining the expression drizzled from eyes,
rains are emotion or a season?
Half told stories
Some half told stories,
tired of waiting for an end,
embarrassed of being read,
are seeing through days for ink to fade.
Some half told stories,
afraid of suicide the climax could commit,
by reaching the last page before meeting an end,
are desperately hoping for different ends.
Some half told stories,
hoping the pen lying dead on their chest,
is lifted by a writer,
who can ferry them on his emotions to an end.
Some half told stories,
wandering through imaginations,
are curious to discover an end,
in anxious beats of desperate souls
Innocence
look what he brought back,
tiding over the waves,
hands filled with briny waters,
his expression,
his excitement,
made the salts look like honey..
Underbelly of change
Should i break the mirror
Or turn off the lights,
Should i draw the curtains
Or turn on the lights,
Should i scream it out,
Or mumble the tension,
Should i listen a bit,
Or let the eyes fake attention,
Should i erase it hard
Or tear the page,
Should i fiddle the thumb
Or bite the nail in rage
Maybe i should just be….
Khayaal
Raasta kisi ek manzil par khatm nahi hota,
par kai manzilein raaste mein padti hai
Be with yourself
When a thing is slipping from your fingers while you await the arrival of another,
when roads lead to destination, but you don’t feel like travelling any further,
when the dilemma of rushing or letting it go begins to churn your peace,
when your maturity is making your silence pay higher fees,
when you have run out of options and don’t have a plan in place,
when you have run out of gasoline and you want to set everything ablaze.
Memories
Am still holding
onto the shadows of stars
who left my skies.
Each night the dark room is lit up,
to see if they are carefully held in hostage,
so i can see them glitter in dreams …
