Creeping Green

Still green, Did I bother you about? With many questions Some weird Some vaguely sincere A little shy on my own, Often wondering Where to head with my notions, Some give a hand, Some random directions I try to get along Imitating to belong It takes a while, To get along Some rejections, Some apprehensions…

Blurry Existence

When shadows grow tired And numb When you’re there but Lost miles away When you hear words But thoughts fumble Doubts make home And you’re sure If only You knew Where was home…

Changing, Yet Still

Constant, yet in turmoil Restless I fidget, From kitchen to Fridge, Forgetting that it’s broken. Chop, Saute, Cook, New Master Chef in the hood. Whistle whistle, oh look, The new flirt coos, Pressuring to woo. Wash, Scrub, Rinse Utensils go clink clink, Sweep, swish clean, The floors being dirty mean. Grumble and Rumble, Murmur for…

The Sun That Flushes My Face

…The sun rose today, with its hues reaching far across the skies, seas and shores. I skipped some beats and stole some rays. Only to get them back racing my heart, tinting blush across my face. Staying there for a while, making my heart mush, then warmly leaving without a trace… Yearning for another peak,…

Monsoon Greens

~ Quiet, Serene, Holding on to the green. Too far to let go, Too much to hold on, What will the droplet do? To survive the world, It holds on. Sparkling, Through the monsoon light, Struggling still a fight. It drops, And rolls, And slowly strolls. Planting a peck, Leaving all the love, Dripping every…

Wild Wind

~ There’s a wild wind that blows across the lake, Blushing the sky, as it caresses it’s nape, The ancient ruins sing songs of it’s sweet melody, Nascent smell, floating about quietly, The evening sun slowly settles down, Leaving a tan on the ruin’s crown, Lake’s Presincts holding on, To many a things lost and…

नन्ही सी जान

~ उलझनें इतनी की क्या करुँ नन्ही सी जान हूँ क्या क्या काम करुँ सब पूछते, बड़े हो कर क्या करोगे मैं कहता हूँ ये जान कर तुम क्या करोगे ? अभी अभी नयी खबर है आयी कुछ ही महीनों में स्कूल जाने की मेरी बारी आयी अब तक सिर्फ फ़िक्र थी नए खिलौनों की…

The Colorful Play

I like colors. I’m perplexed by their ability to radiate life. The way they fuse into each other to bring out a new hue. As if saying see this is how things evolve. Their grand existence and coexistence. The ease with which they embrace winds, things, beings, shrines around them. The way they cease to…

Last Night’s Drink

I drank last night A pretty drink Drunk I was up to the brim Just a little high Not as much shy, Smiling crazy to passers by A bit more tipsy Acting more like a gypsy, I was my own pixie Danced my way, Tripping and grinning, Humming to my fantasy I stumbled and fumbled…

होती हूँ ना मैं…

  कुछ कहें या ना कहें. रहने दें? जैसे रह जाती है हल्की सी ठंड रातों में. जैसे खाली रास्ते में सन्नाटे की बातें. गुलमोहर के झुरमुट से छनती स्ट्रीट लाईट की रोशनी, मानो हो मेरे इंतज़ार में, सजी सी – स‍यानी सी. अक्सर गुम जाती हूँ मैं इस पक्के से रास्ते में, कुछ कच्ची…

Interiors and Impressions

I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of places, of things, of people. We like the drama that the light and the dark play together. The fancy and the dull. The loud and the quiet. The happy and the sad. The chaos and the calm. We’ve always been attracted to it. Trying to look for…

Who Does That?

It’s so easy, To stretch a hand out To touch someone Their lips Their face Venture into them But knowing them is difficult It’s boring is it? Is it why people tend to shy away from doing so? Moments pleasure is what we all crave for? Maybe because it’s a cheap happiness An easy investment…