Asleep…!


"Failing, fallingYou dream of a starry nightOnly if you knewIt’s more of a curse than a dreamLike a horizonLittered with broken glassIt haunts youEvery reflection is a punishmentYour eyes carry the weightHollowed of their own tearsThere’s no sorrow anymoreThere’s nothing to complaintThe desolation is realEvery piece of glass concursEvery drop left in the glass screams…

Howling


“Give me my share of sunshineGive me my share of the lightLet me jump through the daysLet me gather my nightThe darkness aboundThe heart ajarThere’s little on offerWhether near or farIt's not raining anymoreTired and coldThe sky offers littleFor those eyes to holdThere's little to demandThere's little to complaintThe hope persistsHowever faintDisappointment is rewardedA prize…

साथ…


"यह प्रांगण प्रेम का है यह इतिहास है उस प्रेम का जो पत्थर हो गया इंतजार में जीवन के मै पत्थर नहीं होना चाहता मै इन्तजार नहीं करना चाहता या कर नहीं सकता शायद पर, मेरा प्रेम व्याकुल भी नहीमेरा प्रेम धड़कता है सिसकता है, छलकता है गिरता है, संभलता है आँहे भरता है, गिनता…

अनदेखे…


वो टूटी सड़केवो तंग गलियांवो भीड़ भाड़ से निकलने कीजद्दोजहद करतेवो चेहरेउन पथराई सी नजरो मेंकोई एहसास नहीं हैइंतजार नहीं हैजज्बात भी नहीं शायदउनमे एक जिद है जैसे बसवो चल रहे हैलड़ रहे हैधक्का मुक्की, खींच तानएक रेलमपेलआदमी, जानवरगाड़ियों के शोर मेंदफ़नवो खामोशियाँवो सिसकियाँ,वो चीखना चिल्लानावो रात के सन्नाटे मेंखुद से खुद को छुपाने कीकोशिश…

Window-panes!


The rain has subsided The sun still reluctant The leftover clouds continue to hang around Streets lie drenched and empty A cat and a few dogs hop across the buildings Looking for a place to hide themselves away There’s a sense of unease Even amidst the highlighted greens And alleged liveliness With the doors firmly…

Hopes and frustrations…!


  Finally, it’s raining It seems like ages since the last one Or was it yesterday The thunders remain all too familiar though The coarse grind of the clouds Works as a reminder Of the voices muzzled Voices struggling Within, outside Frustration Appears in abundance Like hot and humid days With little respite in sight…

Tragedy of Wanderer


Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer: “Falling apart, and yet claiming to be in control over the bits and pieces, irony couldn’t be more appropriate. Such is the temptation of masculinity, once under the spell, all you could do is to follow, as if a sheep, while pretending to be the wolf. You know the way in,…

Insignificant man…


  “I am an insignificant man I have nothing substantial to say Neither to do, nor to show I just go along Sleepwalking through the faces, Passing by hurriedly They have got things to do they say Time is money I am often told Yet I fail to acknowledge it’s worth Maybe because I have…

Scribblings…


"Only if my words couldTransform into a poemI would read them to youAs a lullabyBut, they always end up Being mere scribblingsAs if A pile of ugly pebblesThrown about, trampled uponHere and thereStruggling to collect themselvesThey fail miserablyWhile pretending to be an artworkRidiculous as it turns outOnly if my words could conveyThey would echo through…