Always young – my father, my friend

The man of details Full of imagination always thinking always young The best is not enough For the seeker of best always new Always young The myths imagined or created Story teller recreates the epics Always spectacular Always young Deligent and meticulous Order, is the purpose Always neat Always young Unwilling to share worries ButContinue reading “Always young – my father, my friend”

The moment arrives

Fleeting moments Riding the rush of the river Uncertain drops, Merging with the flow Turbulent yet confined Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t” Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon, benovalence is just a show The froth explains the churn between the Will and the Fear the Will loses, alas Restrained passion, stays in tow It ain’tContinue reading “The moment arrives”

Amma (mother)

For her, life is people, In her priorities She comes last Her heart does the thinking, She feels for all, Her own feelings come last Her memories are us Her messages, sometime remind us to remember Her ownself?? she forgets fast She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake Each one’s likings comes first HerContinue reading “Amma (mother)”

हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें

इतवार तो कैलेंडर पे लिखा शब्द है उसका इतना इंतज़ार क्यूँ हफ्ता पड़ा है जीने को आज से इतनी मायूसी क्यूँ शायद फुर्सत का इंतज़ार है पर किस बात से फुर्सत? इसकी मालुमात नहीं क्या पता किस आराम कि ख्वाहिश है और किस आराम से आज कल अछे तालुकात नहीं कभी सोने कि कोशिश मेंContinue reading “हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें”

Different dawn of the same long night

The night was long He was tired but did not dare to yawn He had not slept It was already dawn The bullet whistled as it arrived. It had found its mark Mercilessly it pierced, all the way to the beating heart Punctured but it kept on beating slowly draining away the life It wasContinue reading “Different dawn of the same long night”

I see it clear

On the 6th floor the blind rolls up with a whir. Turbulence and calm, converse in silence with a drunken slur. The glass fights the noise and wins Allowing private space for the divergent twins Flashes of lights leave a trail on the busy arrow of time Reminder of the many scars as the faceContinue reading “I see it clear”