Amalgamation of my fears

If I am to write down my fears in an order of which hurts the most to which hurts the less I would start from 1.There is a constant fear in the back of my mind that I am not good enough. This builds inside of me, taking away all the good things I could...

Columbus

You know that feeling when you're riding a Columbus, And it's on one extreme, one eyeblink later, you're falling,Your stomach is dropping(you know it will be alright)Everybody rides this, day in and day out,But there is this incessant what if,What if one screw get loose.What if, you get to live the final destination now.It feels...

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...

नहीं समझता

मोहब्बत लिखने से कोई मोहब्बत नहीं समझता।मेरी मोहब्बत को कोई मोहब्बत नहीं समझता। सुईयाँ घुमाई हैं मैनें मेज पर बैठकर शाम सवेरेखत-रसाँ भी तो वक्त की किल्लत नहीं समझता। कितनी दफ़ा दफ़न हो चुका हुँ तेरी नज़रों में,अब तो तेरा झुमका भी मुझे सलामत नहीं समझता। पागल बोला जाता हूँ रोज़ अपने ही लोगों में,मेरा...

Midnight Smoke

It's that time of the day when half of the world keeps on sleeping, ignorant of the continuance of life while the other half stays wide awake, wondering. When the clock hands meet each other, holding the other close while starting a new day, a new time, and a new start. For some, it's the...

I no longer know

It wouldn't be wrong to say that I have forgotten what it feels like to do something for the first time .That is to say , I am no longer acquainted with the feeling of 'feeling something new'And I am running out of patience now.It's like every new thought is actually an afterthought of what...

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...