Monday, August 24, 2015

Friday, October 03, 2014

Some day

The hills. Peopled.
And both of them
So hilled.

Are hugging and
Falling to sleep

Human language
Epic fail

I once forgot
How much I remembered
Of each night

I forgot while
Intertwined arm
In arm

And then wailed
Hard very hard
Like wolves

Aliens to the concept
Of what
Savage is

Home bound.
Utterly so.

Hereby I
Request thy literates
To explain

The intent
Of this poem
To her

Whenever she reads it!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014


Zabiin se chhoo sako
To chakh lo saundh
Neem ki dhurriyan
Maano ittar maafiq
Matmailae aur genhue mein
Jo fark hai
Sare ka sara bikher ke
mehaa ne
Phir zindagi na simtaane ki hidayat di hai dekho

Monday, June 09, 2014

Stories are us

X: "Have you ever been caught in a sphere where all that concerns you is your personal work
      and you are not able to do an iota about it? Not able to move a limb...caught in a limbo!

      And all life moves sideways continuous?"

Y: "Yes. Right now. All i can think about is writing and i can do everything but that. Its the perfect deadening limbo!"

X: "i see"

Y: "And yes everything is moving so wonderfully"

X: "And you have lots to write. and not a finger moves!!"

Y: "Yes"

X: "You dream and wake up often, you don't know what sound sleep looks like"

Y: "Not fighting the fight...yes"

X: "You are not at conflict but you are not at peace either ~"

Y: "Yes"

X: "Your eyesight is suffering with so much gazing at everything & at times you feel that                   whatever you speak to yourself...even if you write bits of'd be awed!!"

Y:  "..."

X: "but somehow...nothing happens"

Y: "Yes...and you'd lose yourself so eternally, you won't be able to return.

      & perhaps you wouldn't want to...

      No? "

X: "..."

Y: "Yes..
      Nothingness happens"

Wednesday, May 07, 2014


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Overjoyed is not Over-rated

May be

It does lie
In the small things

The 'joy'
As they say it does.

That famous japanese author...
Also says this

It lies in the most ordinary things.
In the utmost ordinary thing you can find.

Is not found

Anywhere in planning a 7 month long hectic travel schedule,

Is found

In explaining the actual meaning of 'rhythm' to a budding dancer

Who hopes.

Is not found

In procrastination
Neither in dreams cast of the day's fears built upon doing nothing
But procrastinating

Is found

In playing the guitar with a string less, a string which was never bought
To un-tie the 'string' otherwise.

Is Permanent

Like melody in the voice of 'Janelle Monae'

And crimson
Like the sunrise paintings
From the school art classes.

'May be..'

Joy is
All the hopeful may be's
and sometimes found

in the &

instead of the and.