Dark nail paint. Short and blunt nails…. holding a toke. Empty bed. Dim light and all she had was her solitude. Well, at least that’s how she called it. Endlessly waiting to be understood. Loving is easy… Understanding a deep desire isn’t. With every puff, she blew away a part of him. A part that […]
One night, he walked out. I peeped through the eyehole and watched him walk away. It killed me & soon enough; I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks… It is so silly how I cried, without even realising. Sitting on the floor. Sobbing. When I opened my eyes, I saw her sitting beside me.
It was beautiful until I first started to walk. Until I could reach the couch. Sheer love and innocence. Like a flower; dandelion. A gentle blow and gone…. One day I was distorted, like a house of cards. One by one. Part by part. Exposed and falling apart. I was not sure if my question
Will you dance with me? Don’t be shy. It’s just the better half of yours holding your hand, resting her face on your shoulder and syncing to the music. It’s just me trying not to smile like a fool when our lips brush. Would you dance with me? Oh, won’t you let me hold your
There was something on my fingertips just after you left. Just after I embarrassed you about those freckles on your face. When you smiled at me, pressing your tongue between your teeth. Like the break of dawn. My fingertips shined and smelled like roses. Exhausted between the sheets, soon I realised it was stardust. Now
Oh there, pretty girl, crying in the suburbs, Oh my pretty girl, singing to the crows and bees, Swinging on a broken tree. Sometimes, writing meaningless poetries. Oh there, pretty girl now in a country. Dry clothes and still wet eyelids? Oh my pretty girl, you will grow up to be a queen! Notice: JavaScript is required for this
Bhalobasha amoni ekta jinish, that can’t be erased; tumi je amake, bideshini kore diyecho. Ami ki por…? But still – I’d call you – bideshini, instead. It’s not always vengeance, that is served cold. It is separation that is colder. Especially when you don’t want to be driven away. Okay now sorry, raag korcho? Beshi
Aapne kabhi socha hai ki maa ko kya de? Jisne hume sab diya, use kya de? Aaj jiske wajah se zinda hu mein, use kya de? Jisne apne bhi niwale mujhe khila diye, mein uss kya du? Jab mein kuch bhi nhi tha, tab usne mujhe sambhala, aaj uss mein kya du? Maa, tumhe mein kya du? Notice:
Is marathon mein, jise hum life kehte hai. Ye life mein bohot bhaga mene or bhagte bhagte apne aap ko mostly akela hi paya. Aaj bhi akele beth ke soch rahi thi Kya achieve kiya mene life mein? Kya pata mene? Jo bhi hai, it is all materialistic and might just evaporate one day, just
ek dost kaisa hota hai? Bilkul aisa hota hai… tum hare jaise…. Logo k shor mein —- ek mandir ki Aarti jaise Chulbuli – thodi alhar Yeh Jo sab haala gula karte hai sab… unke beech tum sukoon ho…. Thodi ziddi- ki haar baat pe kahe- rehney de mein toh tujhe chor k nahi jaane
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