Poetry

Untitled, Unheard

The insides of an introvertCalculative, manipulative,Controlling every outburstNew tacts, imaginative The world is an extrovertThis minority, ignominati,All the biases are talked,This minority, very rarely How do you talk the unknownThey can speak, the lost freak,Introverts are clearly at faultThey don't say, don't ...

क्या तुम साथ हो?

रूह का सफ़र थी ये ज़िंदगी,या फ़िर थी एक अँधेरी राह?अँधेरों में कैसे माने,क्या और है, ...

Hope, a mirage

Is the hope carrying me?Or am I carrying the hope?Am I carrying an extra baggage,For, just in case? Perhaps, it is practical,To drop the extra weight.Perhaps, it is possible,To move on without it too. Why does it make me believe,That there’s water ahead?Because life is a desert,And hope is a ...

Books – and the Lockdown

Me and you, both locked in a room,Not a bollywood song but a story true,The lockdown happened, it was me and you,And now I look at you, I know I missed you A book, its world, the assorted collected words,It is a book, though, or is it a world?Is it a world within each book,Or have I found that books are the ...

What is even my Dream?

That experienced gentleman,A humane person,Yet to-the-point,Direct. The really sticky conundrum,He solved it,A simple solution,A question. What is your dream really?The one you think,Or the one I see?A statement. He suggested a leap of faith.Mumbai, of course,What else really?Mumbai. No, I was absolutely clear!Not ...