बोल पड़ी मैं
मैं गूंगी पतझड़ कीना जाने किस वन कीठहर गया कोईआंगन में मेरेकोई परिंदा दामन से मेरे बाँध गया मुझे रूह से अपनी झांक गया मेरे तन मन को कह न सकी मैं गूंगी थी मैं की रुक जा परिंदे सुन ले तू मेरी पर नहीं
Remnant
“I hail from Sandess. My planet is up there, amongst the stars.” he said pointing towards the starlit sky. “We were warriors known for our resolve. Warriors of Doom, they would call us. Our bellows resounded through the entire universe. We were so compelling that
Self-taught
I blame you for messing me up,For making me impalpable,For not letting me learnHow to live in this crazy world,For making me anxiousEven when misery isn’t aroundTo be my friend,And I have trouble trusting people now,For you left me scarred so badI am numb to
Good Times
It is the now in your eyes,The then in my cries,That dictate our livesDuring good times. Coz circles then makeA hazier lake,And I can’t really wakeUp on the inside. The fog that’s around,You cannot be foundFor you are spellboundBy its inside. And you choose to
Where is the Love?
Picking you up,Peeling you down,Pulling your insides out,Peeking through every holeTo see everything insideThat jumps around,Where is the love?They often talk about,That lifts you upAnd smacks you down,And giggles a peal of laughter out,And makes you smileWhen you are trying to not,And you are thinking
Clockwork
Uptight people all around me,When was the last time you breathed?That file needs completing today,Are you already getting peeved?That paper craves writing,That order delivered now,That code run by the evening,You can scream within your mouth.Wrap your tasks or the dawn breaks,That lengthy project before you
Flesh and Bones
Oh, Mother,Stop crying!Your children are no longer fighting,Some are dead,Some are still alive,It is a ceasefireFor counting bodies,So rejoice!Everything is going to be alright.They are all big now,You have done your job well,They can take care of themselves now,They know what it means to get
How Sachin Destroyed My Life Book Review – Vikram Sathaye
The book is witty and quite entertaining. Lets you in on what went inside the locker room of the then Indian Cricket Team. Comes from a perspective of a wannabe cricketer Vikram Sathaye, the book sticks mostly to the dressing room chortles and tries to
Starving
Painted poetic,Brushed artistic,Close up of your eyes,Golden brownAnd searchingAnswers to my quests,At my behests,They dare to look into mine.Arrests my gaze,What a mazeOf loony talks!That happen when We are inches from each other,And I can’t stop myselfFrom venturing forward –My daring towardSoft edges of your
Acquiescent
The door is open,All my insecurities walk inWhen you talk about leaving.Think it must be my faceThat tries to effaceYour very existence from my life,Or could it be my hairThat goes nowhereNear to complement my style?Or is it my voiceThat makes a weird noiseWhenever it