ये इश्क नहीं हैजूनून ही सही ये प्यार नहीं हैदिल की गुस्ताकी ही सही कभी तो बहो में भर लो हमेंप्यार नहीं..हमारे इश्क की याद ही सही वो चांदनी रात का मुकमल एहसास सच्चा नहीं ख्वाब ही सही वक्त तुम्हारा, कहानी तुम्हारी,माजरा तुम्हारा, मुहब्बत हमारी रुकेहुए पार का एहसास हमारातुम्हारे लिए एक भूली नजम ही…
Missing you to this day…
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it? I am not supposed to be alone, lonely. My trekking trips, my evening walks, my coming home to a happy face… No, I always wanted to look forward to it, not use your absence as an excuse to socialize with other humans… The last time I…
Memories Made….
So much changes in materialistic world In so little time….. The roads once known and glided with eyes closed Now seem like a wonderland with glaring lights enough to blind the sight The smells, the vibes, the small shops and few shorts ridesThe roads we walked on have now turned into highways It’s not easy…
Kuch Purani Mumbai Ki Yaadein…
Barish ka Mausam…..Mumbai mein bahot kuch badal deta hai, pani bhar jana, train – bus miss hona, late hona, traffic mein wait karte karte login karne ka last chance nikal jana… Wapas ghar jane ke time pe aksar office mein der raat tak bethana acha lagta hai, traffic khatam hote hote barish apne aap se…
The recruiter and the salesman in the saree shop….
I think the person who sells sarees has a more difficult job as compared to the person who works as a recruiter. To start with… the salesman is required to cater to a woman whose mood he really doesn’t know. He learns it after he chats with her often trying to gauge her likes and…
Bubble Wrap
Slowly and steadily, with utmost careShe picked the box that was left for her to careShe brought it in and placed it On the old mahogany tableThe red wrapping and the bow on topThe card read the name, that was still under wrapsWith trembling fingers she untied the bow, The wrapping pulled away for the…
If only you would have asked….
If only you would have asked me then,The world would have been a different shade of red..The honest life, the bare surroundings, The little we knew, would have suffice for the existing.. The role of “us”, would have been more of you and me. You would have fought the battlesI would have helped you heal….
She looks beautiful to me…
She looks beautiful to me… In her midlife, Holding on to the big wooden chest of experiences and stories to tell She looks beautiful to me…. With her bold curves, homely, not sensual Not with a flat stomach and perky breast, but a soft cushioning comforting touch She looks beautiful to me… With her big…
A long walk home…
She: Some silver strands, a loose vagina And a pair of sagging breasts is all that is left Would you still want me, my love, to be your next? Memories of past quite often haunt, Constant pain and tears I flaunt Lust has ended, love… is all that is left Would you still want me,…
Green
It’s not her usual colour, she is generally blue, calm, deep, beneath her still surface there may be a war raging war, maybe the whole episode of the tragedy that might have been played over and over again, but her surface is always still… mirror still… Her reds, her yellows, her royal purples were known,…
Moved away definitely that’s to be……
You don’t start my day any more I don’t hope to see your face every time I turn in my sleep It’s not easy to let go, our ties for me are deep But then again are they really that deep A call to confirm my living status A call to confirm if I am…
Memories
She sings an ancient songShe hums an ancient tuneShe hopes the sounds of pastTake her to the old memory dunes Sand did slip awayAnd so did the wheel of timeShe hopes she catches the whiffOf memories that remain by Hold close to your heart she saysBe fierce to guard and defendFor time will take everythingMemories…
