(इस कविता में जो लिखा है उसका अर्थ तो समझिए ही साथ ही साथ उसके उलट जो आज के युग में होता है वह भी सोचिये)(कविता को लयबद्ध पद्य की शैली में लिखा है, यदि उस लहजे से पढ़ा जाए तो अलग आनंद मिलेगा 🙂)काल का चक्र जो चलता है,किसी के लिए नहीं ये रुकता… Continue reading यह प्रेम नहीं
(Have you ever felt a sudden urge to open social media and try to make a new friend? Or have you ever felt a sudden pang of loneliness even though you have people around you?) Hi all, So what I am about to tell you is my 'subtle art of not giving a fuck' using… Continue reading What is and how to get out of the Social Media trap – My Facebook Theory of 3 strikes and the subtle art of not giving a f**k
Whenever newer events arise, I miss you silently in disguise. Disguise of an empty smile, sometimes crooked, mindless all the while. When I wake to the chirping sounds, outside my window, all around. Breaking away from your dreams All I long then is to hear, your soft whispers in my ear, your gentle coaxing for… Continue reading I miss you then
A poem told in the third perspective. A man and a woman loved each other but the woman then suddenly leaves to get married to someone else, leaving the man heartbroken, in despair and alone, breaking all the vows she made with him in the process. The woman thus, without hesitation, marries someone else as if the man did not matter, without any qualms for what she was doing.
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer's sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose's lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit… Continue reading Embrace
Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of… Continue reading Mine?
When you are happy to sit through, alone among lots of friends, fake. And you don't feel the need, to depend for depending's sake. When all your expectations are turned to dust, yet to feel you incurred no loss. It takes no toll to sit with comfort, to ponder upon expectation's cause. When you are… Continue reading Dauntless
I am a rusty car in your backyard, Which has lost its touch at novelty. But still it possess the mighty touch, Of the godforsaken time's cruelty. I am the barren old tree, With one leaf just hanging still. On the wild land of rocky slope, Which has never known of care and till.… Continue reading I am