यादों की निर्जन बस्ती में,पोटली लिए फिरा करती है झुमका,रिंग, हँसी,काजल,इमरोज़ के इश्क से इश्क करती है

यादों की निर्जन बस्ती में,पोटली लिए फिरा करती है झुमका,रिंग, हँसी,काजल,इमरोज़ के इश्क से इश्क करती है

Life by the window seat

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Life by the window seat

I sat across a train window

Moments running behind

The green field smiling across

And waving a goodbye

Like the green pickle that maa made

And we stole it from the terrace

That time just flashes by

Came the month of autumn leaves

the teenage took a turn in deep sleep

Like promises that turn away suddenly

Passed through that open window

A breeze that turned cold in evening

speaking of incomplete desires

The zari border ripped of a benarasee saree

i had long kept to save up a memory

What are we, a question lingers

The tangerine hue of a summer afternoon

the arid dreams in a desolate life

the crimson shades of an evening in spring

or the shivers, quiver, shudder of a winter night

We all are distracted flustered souls

A little in today

afraid of tomorrow

Wanting to be ubiquitous

here and there, inside -out

We all are fragments of life

Life as seen through a window seat

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’



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