रातों की नींद गायब है,अनहोनी की बिल्लाहट से,कोई तो छिपा है झाड़ियों में जो कर रहा इंतज़ार,मेरी तरह, मेरे सो जाने का। अंधेरे की दस्तक है,याद नहीं कि,दरवाज़ा बंद किया था या नहीं,फटी चादर ओढ़े,निराश्रय निहारता प्रकाश के ख़ाली झोले को, सोच में डूबाकौन है
Do feelings need be said,Or left alone in the abyss,Like a thousand thoughtsAbout you?I remember the first timeI looked at you—What I felt,What was spoken in the moment,And what was left unsaid. And how, every day since,I let you knowWhat I have always felt,To this
There are times when I feel absolutely helpless. So often, I’ve wondered if there’s anyone on this entire planet with a definite answer to my longstanding question. Someone who truly understands my condition and carries a surefire cure in their satchel. Not even a search engine
Recently an elderly couple, who didn’t have their children around, were struggling with technology. They came to me, and I was happy to help. It was no big deal for me, but it was for them because their whole lives depended on it. Their limited
One thing I have come to realize over the years is the existence of both feminine and masculine forms of energy in the universe. Just take a look around you—Most of the female species have a male counterpart, and nearly every male can’t function without
It’s okay sometimesTo show your tears,Know your tears,And the place they come from.It is what makes youWhat you are.How long do you planTo rest in a bottle?Let everything outSmash it to pieces— Fall to the groundMake a mess,Vent it all out.Your boat is caught in a
I happened to come across a video of an artist performing fluid art in which they tie a paint bucket with a hole in it to a string. The artist then allows Earth’s gravity to take charge, creating a painting. The resulting image is similar
It’s quite surreal how the expanse of people we touch in a lifetime remains so limited. We brush up against a handful and conjecture it to be our world. Around 8.1 billion people on this planet, and our lives are going to cross paths with
A torrent of tormentWhen it passes through life,It leaves behind a rare calm,For you to gather the piecesAfter the storm.The drumming and howlingOf last nightHave died down,Along with your hopesFor the familiar sun.The wind has droppedIts gears of introspection,To count your deadAnd find the breathing.Go!
Sometimes I feel that something is always working in my favor, as if there’s an invisible force protecting me, taking away my anxiety, regarding me in dire conditions, listening to my wants, and fulfilling them all. Situations I get anxious over are eliminated just like