Must be her

What abysmal plot is this devious life? Lovers by day, strangers by night. Masquerade, facade & charade. Laughter, kisses, smiles & wait. Drifting words with coffee on an afternoon. Petrichor on the first day of monsoon. Eyes, scent, embrace & wait. Days going slow, but years running late. Through the cracks of the draught of […]

some other day

Hello, my dear old friend. I hope we can go back to how it began. Beyond the screens, the chimneys & the steam. Before the gourmet, buffets & ice cream. Beyond the clouds of smoke & the slavery of nine to five To a place where the only worry is that play ground with the […]

Children’s kites

On the confession stand, I ain’t the true man. Do you forgive the sins when I stagger back drunk again? Shining through the still road, comes a bike from far away. Burning the street & burning the light, he plans to not stay On the brink of utter destruction, he will fight them all. Even […]

The harmonica

Somewhere in the distance, the man in the shadows holds a play There is no depth to the circus, the old men say On their knees, arms folded, they get together & pray Sight charred, broken arms, waiting for the new day. Let it be stated & confessed, every hour is a punishment Crowded to […]

Hosh me aane do

Hosh me aane do samjha dunga Insaan ujaad veeraniyan Ankahi ansuni kahaniyan Jab aayi aakhir milne Soch ke lagi khilne Kis tarah izhaar karegi Samay lekar thi nikli Jaise ho fuul par titli Chodd ke aayi thi bandhan saare Sanket the tootte taare Jab pahochi manzil par Toh insaan nahi mazar tha Par phir bhi […]

again

the society swallows the reality in gossip truth disappears like tears in rain. nothing hurts, everyone goes about their day no thoughts, no feelings, no pain. the silence swallows what could have been. the truth slips away like sand from the hand. with each unsaid word, a new beginning dies i ask you to believe […]

voices

drifting sentences

An unexamined life is not worth living. Giving ‘meaning’ to life is a vital distinction between human beings & others. There is a difference between the hatred of the oppressor & the oppressed. Who knows what was the meaning of everything we lived, I am just glad I lived it. Religion ruins life. Weak men […]

Nibhana Bhul Jaata Hun

From time to time I go back to this poem by Dushyant Kumar sahab &, chotta muh badi baat, but I added a few lines to it because the “farishta hun sach batata hun” always made me feel like the poem is ending on a note that leaves words that he wanted to say but […]

New Day

On a road far away Far beyond the milky way A tear in her eyes Took a trip to quench the pain Hoping to meet again Believing in the lies Maybe there is a song for this With words that reminisce The falling teardrops from the sky Or a drink in malibu Raised as a […]