It’s a bizarre state where I find myself today. A rare shape of disquietude persists. Now that I think of it, it has been with me ever since I have been in this trance, like a zombie walking through chaos, doing everything that was being
I kickstarted my lulled journey after almost three months of a difficult hiatus. The world feels different now. Not that because it has changed. It feels different coz I have. The window with which I used to witness the world has suddenly become a lot
Write your obituaries,The time has come,You might not make it,To the sun. Say your prayersAnd go to bedHope to wakeFor the morning bread. Believe you oarThrough the nightAnd take your boatTo the light. Things you didAll your lifeAnd what you couldn’tRan rife. Your awry plansAnd
After wading through countless topics related to every living being’s inherent ability to self-heal through Yoga, I have finally decided to give in to the process. The process as an ‘Acharya’ states is called ‘Reversal’. Imagine you are a person void of technology, holed up
कस लो कमर आंसुओं को थाम लो आ गई खबर बंद कर दो दफ्तर कर लिया सब काम हो गयी है शाम लगेगी अब रात की फूँकार | चौखट पर है यम की सवारी बैठ कर बस निकलने की है बारी | बंद होगी अब
With one side of my face paralyzed I have often been misunderstood by people. My smiling would be mistaken for a smirk. Some have wondered if I was grimacing at something that they said or sneering at them for some reason. Come to think of
लोगों का क्या है,लोग तो भखेड़ों की बस्ती से निकल पड़ते हैं सब सामान बटोरे पर मैं, मैं तो वहीँ रह जाता हूँ महीनो किराया दे वहीँ बस जाता हूँ दुर्घटना स्थल के चक्कर लगाताबार बार दोहराता जो चीज़ें हलक पर रुक गयी थी सब
I no longer feel my tears when they roll down my cheek on the left side of my face. It is a rare feeling per se, for when a teardrop does fall, it remains stranded on the precipice of my eyelashes whilst my eyes don’t
क्या पता कैसी थी वो ?अब तो सदियों पुरानी होगी,कैसा था चेहरा ?कैसी थी आँखें ?और कैसी मुस्कान ?कभी देखा ही नही,तो क्या समझूँ कैसी थी वो ? भूल गयी हूँ चेहरा उनकाकहती अक्सर माँ,बचपन में ही खो दिया था,तो क्या समझाऊं कैसी थी वो
I often find myself being riled up by a constant foreboding owing to my recent severe headaches. I remember the day I was hit by it. I was working on my computer, been staring at the screen for a long time, for I code, which