दोपहर
दोपहर !तेरे बारे मे कोई न कहे,याद तुझे कोई न करे | तेरे चुपके से आने का इंतज़ार कौन ही करता है ?तू खामखा खड़ा हैचौखट पर,लोटे की ताक मे,तुझे अर्चन देनेकौन ही आएगा ? मुर्झायें डालों परहर अंग सिकुड़ता है,कराहता हर मन,कोसे तुझे ज़ुबाने,बेहिसाब
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And This Too Shall Pass…
Death is coming. It is that certainty up ahead that everyone is aware of. You don’t know which day could be your last. Is it today, tomorrow, maybe a few years down the road? There’s an unsaid eventuality lurking in every story. You could be
Where are you tonight?
Truant moon,Absent life,I think of youThis lonely night. Did you finally leaveThe silent sky?To find your loverOf the morning light. Or wane becauseI failed to harkTo the soothing songsOf your moonlight. Didn’t you showHow chirpy daysWould always dieA gradual death? How darker daysWould pave away,A
Once a Dreamer…
I remember some time ago, chasing many dreams. Venturing out into battles, with whatever little I had. The bloke was hungry. He had seen blood dripping out of so many mouths, that he wanted to see how it felt like. There was an insatiable pep
The Demise of 2020
Even as the Covidian epoch perishes, and we slither into another elusive timeline, it’s hard not to introspect our actions. Goes without saying, it makes us apprehensive of the things that lay in store for us. What we as humans can possibly do is hope.
City Lights
Receding life,Night time,Go back to the darkWhere you came from.Put on the lightsFor you can’t seeYour murky alleyOf crimesYou commitEvery day –Deeds you didOn a wild hunch,Just so you could haveYour morning brunchOver a graveyard of corpses.Land of the faunaIs defeated,Trampled down,By human greed.Your home
माँ तुम ना हो तो
माँ तुम ना हो तो,हर शब्द है चिंघाड़,हर जिद्द है नखरा,हर कदम पर चोट,मरहम दे आँसू,हर बच्चा कंधाऔर जुबां बंदूक | हर गाना है तानाजो चुभता रोज़ाना,हर बात है बतंगड़,हर लफ्ज़ है कराहना,हर काम है पर्वत,हर लक्ष्य है चोटिल | असीम अँधेरा,ढूंढू तुझे हर दिनहै
Wereworker
When you are not around,I turn into a wereworker. I pounce on the cabinetAnd up on the files,Romp on the keyboardAnd jump on the tiles. I chew away the keys,When I look for a cloud,And drench in the rainOf my miserable crowd. Graze on the
Observant
Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides
The Kite Runner Book Review – Khaled Hosseini
The Kite Runner carries one hell of a story that speaks volumes of remorse, deeply rooted in sands of time. It rips you apart beyond reparation. You can’t empathize enough with the memories of a little boy scarred for life. The book is more of