मनमानी
कभी रोका ही नहीं ,कभी टोका ही कहाँ ?खुले मैदान में दौड़ लगाने से ,पत्थरों की बिछी चादर पर ना जाने कितने कांटें थे ,सब चुभ जाने थे ,सब छिप जाने थे मेरी चौकस नज़रों से ,आवाज़ बन कर चिल्लाने थे ,आंसू बन कर बह
Where the Vile Things Hide
Unrest brews in my cup today. Life scares me to death. I am constantly harrowed by all the set of events that gradually arrays with bugles and trumpets winking at an announcement. A hereafter that I can’t see, awaits. The very idea of a hazed
Hemlock
Drawn to love,For he has hated enough,And sulked in his very own story,Like a hero who mustLearn to trust,These details aren’t as gory. What do you call a fool,Who tries to ruleA world he has lost twice?And he rolls still,In hopes to millA six out
Ordinary Man
Ordinary man,Go back to your ordinary life!Did you eat today?Did you sleep as muchAs you did yesterday?Did you say those words,You said so many times,You forgot what it means now?Did you breathe enough,So much that you took life for granted?Did you play a game to
Unto the Clouds
Clouds above,Clouds below,And clouds within,Run wildIn a torrential ride.Winds of timePush them aroundTo help them find their place,But clouds still raceRestless,Like little woolen ballsThat cats fail to chase.Dancing above a bluish maze,They often hang outWith the lonely sun.Their blades of furLight up like fire then,And
The Eternal Mourner
I have seen mighty minds crumble, the sane go insane, and the resolute losing their temper, the brave becoming wimps, faces being forgotten and children absconding. Now that I think of it, all of it has happened around me. When I dip my head into
Hiding in Plain Sight
What do you hideBehind those golden eyes?It kills me insideTo not have that knowledge.So many secrets hiddenIn plain sight,Whilst here I thoughtI was a man with the key,But I stay locked outside.Unable to see The real you,As you paint a picture of trustThat I mustLearn
Ham on Rye Book Review – Charles Bukowski
Absolutely loved it! A beautiful perspective of an introvert child who could see the real face of the world, up young, and sunder out all the bullshit that one has to go through growing up. The coming-of-age story is basically all the thoughts we had
Ticking Bomb
I am only a moment awayFrom disappearing into my life,Never to return again,Despite who dares to cry.My wilderness of sorrowCalls me every night,And wishes to keep me companyInside its cold heart.I breathe on gloomAs if it were my fuel,And I can’t be happy all the
Time Out
Here I lie, on the ground,Wallowing in, without a sound,A river of your mirth,I dive in for a rebirth,And come out a changed man,With a yearning in my throat,To call my insides out,But can’t,For you wantA time out in the quiet,Where my company is not