A poetry about waiting, about nostalgia of love
Missing
P.S. I Love You #WorldBookDay
Someday there will be a notebook A notebook with tattered pages A notebook with Eiffel on the cover A notebook picked up from an old bookseller Because picking notebook was a habit A habit he happily obliged Because she thought she will write She will write love songs Love songs not about tall promises Love […]
सब कहते हैं कि तुम यहाँ नहीं हो
चलती हूँ एक अर्धनिद्रा में टटोलती हूँ तुम्हारे चेहरे को बनाती हूँ कुछ तुम जैसा हवा में और ढूँढती हूँ तुम्हें उस चेहरे में दिखता है तुम्हारा अक्स तारों की तरह दूर तक फैले टिमटिमाते हुए पर रोशनी नहीं और जब कुहासा छाये छिप जाते हैं अंधेरे की चादर ओढ़े उस अघड़ तस्वीर में टाँक […]
N: Nation, my first wife #AtoZChallenge
“You have maried a man who already is married in the first place”, said Captain Akhil. “Oh Really!! My soldier hubby! May I know who is your first wife “ “Its Nation and it would always be sweetheart, don’t ever imagine she being a second priority” “Bugger off, go kiss your first wife then…………” […]
And nothing remained the same
I write these verses someday you will know they all are meant for you Look for me search for me and you’ll find my words hiding behind a name a rhyme in the spaces between white and black in the humming of music in the echo of woods in the mention of the things left […]