I had this weird feeling on Monday mode,This might be my last day in this world’s abode. I had no regrets for the time I spent,My love for all was true, and I didn’t pretend. Only if I could have settled and secured my family,My soul could have parted and made a journey happily. Yet…
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कुछ आज़ादी अब भी बाकी है
यह आज़ादी बड़ी महंगी पड़ी है,सही मायनों में ये लड़ाई अब भी जारी है। किसी का आँगन छूटा,कहीं छूटा माँ का आँचल। किसी का दामन छूटा,कहीं टूटा सपनों का बंधन। परछाई अब अधेरों से निकल रही है,सही मायनों में ये लड़ाई अब भी जारी है। किसी का हाथ थाम लूँ गर्व से फेरे,कोई प्यार से…
As the year is coming to an end
Let’s spill some beans,let’s make ruffling feathers a trend.Let’s untie some knots,as the year is coming to an end. I survived another year,and the generation took an accend.Let’s halt and reflect,as the year is coming to an end. Many tried to tangle,it’s time to unwind that thread.Let’s unfurl and take that fleet,as the year is…
यादों के कपड़े
Clothes of memories
तेरा बरामदा
आज भी जब उस राह गुज़रता हूँ,नज़रें एक टक उस बरामदे पर चली जाती हैं. खुद को झूठ ना बोल पाऊंगा,हाँ, देखते ही यादेँ ताज़ा हो जाती हैं. तू नहीं, पर तेरा एहसास आज भी है वहां,इक भ्रम सी परछाई आज भी दिख जाती है. उस कमरे की तस्वीर आज भी ज़हन में हैं छपी,वह…
Tum sab jaanti ho
Tum to sab jaanti thi,poocho apne dil se. Itne saal jise god mein khilaya,sine se laga ke duniya se bachaya. Uski har dhadkan se waqif thi,maathe ki chunwat ko bhi pehchnati thi. Jiski hansi mein tumhari khushi,Aur chot lagne par tum bhi roti thi. Tumhari lali lipstick lagakar bohot baar saja tha,Apni chunar orhakar jise…
Step of Memories
Three years, as time flew by; a lot reminded stagnant,The grief persist and so did the memories. As I climbed those stairs, years after we bid goodbye,Each step recalled a moment and so did the feet became, heavy. As I rang the bell, I wish it was you;Then was greeted with the same warmth as…
2021: The Year it was
Here I am, relishing the last trip of the year with my man and a friend who is really close to my heart. There are a few unknown people who may become friends tomorrow. My heart goes out to all who are missing here. Sipping onto a hot Ginger Lemon Honey, with the chill running…
The lady at the shack
Well, I’m bad at remembering names, so I will simply call her Auntie. On my recent trip to Goa, she was working at Johnny’s Sand Dunes Shack right outside Hotel Goan Heritage on Calangute Beach. The very first morning when we went out for a walk, she greeted us with a big smile: “Aao sir,…
The Moments of Tranquillity
The constant pressure of work can certainly become overwhelming at times. To escape from this, we tend to run away. It was a similar instance in a regular Wednesday night conversation when we decided to book our tickets and escape from the madness the very next day. The bus left on time from the ISBT…
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