Lunar Lessons

The spotlight of this starlight sky, all these nights I wait patiently for you to come by. Oh dear moon ! What makes you so charming?Even with all those spots and patches, you look so admiring!The way in which you wax and wane,Enlightens me to rise up from pain. Your fickleness reminds me of life's...

जिंदगी

किसी से सच्चा प्यार करोगे तो वो प्यार करने की सजा देंगेकिसी पर अपनी जान लुटाओगे तो वो सच में जान ले लेंगे किसी को खुशियों में शामिल करो तो वह लाखों दुख बता देंगेकिसी को दुख में हमदर्द बनाओ तो बहाने लगा कर उठ कर चल देंगे यही जिंदगी तो है जिसे मैं हर...

If

If all we have is loveThen who wages all these wars?If all we have is loveThen who inflicts upon these scars? Is it in love- the crisis?Is it in love- the malice?Or does love come in slices?And beneath love is callous? How many shades does love have?For I know, we all have been in love;And...

Garden

Mornings are a bit different now. I wake up and i am in class. How utterly absurd this must have sounded prior to everything that happened and is still happening right now. A very simple sentence but so hard to percieve . The journey from bed to class was a bit different for me. There...

Things I am made of

What am I made of?Of smiles and grins.Of laughter and tears.Of happy days and of sad ones.Of excitement and of frustrations.Of keeping some secrets and letting out some.Of speaking and of listening.Of cold days and warm nights.Of heartbreaks and patchups.Of truths and of lies.Of firm decisions and of doubts.Of family and of friends.Of liking the...

Purpose

I looked into the eyes of the universe and found my own existence. Existence, starting from the sapphire gem shining and suddenly bursting into pieces forming the Colosseum, the cosmos, with a bang. And in a picosecond, it scattered the core connecting them into a really really tiny matter - quarks. Their attraction formed protons,...

The stories I heard

Often I used to hearwater gulps down all storiesof different people;These stories hold the least or mostof pain;they just keep on floating;like ripping off pages on the floor. This one day I saw the sunset.Which was a little more pink;And the current of the river wasspeaking to me.narrating me stories;one after the other.I just sat...

Bird in the Cage

I feel like a bird trapped in a cage.A bird with full ability to spread its wings and soar to the highest of heights.Except it's behind bars today.I say today, because I want to think of it like that.However, this is how it has probably been since forever.Confined within walls, unable to be a part...