I heard love died yesterday, It was murdered— Foul play. A bow of distance, The weapon of choice, Slain by the very Cupid’s arrow That had birthed it once. In the reasoning of time, One falls short of words And fails to understand— Where did
Tears trapped in my eyes, From a past war Waged on my body. But my mind still carries Its wound— PTSD Is what they are calling it. I guess every feeling has a name. But I don’t know how A mere thought can be so
बादल, चंदा, तारे एक तरफ, पर सूर्य हमारा अतुलनीय। हमारे आसमान का पहरेदार,एक लौता ब्रह्मांडीय जीव, हमारे किरमिच की शान,अकेले ही बढ़ाता, जिसके चारों ओर हमचक्कर लगाते। और क्यों न लगाएँ? चीज़ ही है ऐसी! हमारे अवकाश का तर्क,हमारे अस्तित्व का कारण, दिन भर साथ
If things begin to spiralDown the rabbit hole,I would want you toLeave this poor sod alone.It’s a journeyTo the center of the earth.I can’t pull you down with me;You are not meant to burnLike us flammable.Not everyone shares a common fate;Some people are giftedWith graceful
रातों की नींद गायब है,अनहोनी की बिल्लाहट से,कोई तो छिपा है झाड़ियों में जो कर रहा इंतज़ार,मेरी तरह, मेरे सो जाने का। अंधेरे की दस्तक है,याद नहीं कि,दरवाज़ा बंद किया था या नहीं,फटी चादर ओढ़े,निराश्रय निहारता प्रकाश के ख़ाली झोले को, सोच में डूबाकौन है
Do feelings need be said,Or left alone in the abyss,Like a thousand thoughtsAbout you?I remember the first timeI looked at you—What I felt,What was spoken in the moment,And what was left unsaid. And how, every day since,I let you knowWhat I have always felt,To this
दिन की इच्छा रखने वाले,अंधकार में रहना सीख,काल जीव के शैली में रात भी ज़रूरी है। प्रकाश की चाहत भी तोउठी थी अंधियारे से,विष के प्रभाव से हीअमृत पनपता है। पाने की इच्छा है तोकुछ खोना भी ज़रूरी है,दुर्गंध की अवगुण से ही पुष्प का
Change that manTurn him into someone else—We didn’t like the first guy anyway.He smiled too wideLooked too happy.Wipe that grin from his face,Okay, let him keep half of it.We aren’t monsters—But let’s make him one. Bulge his eyes,Burn his ears,Slap his cheek so hardIt rings
When you have places to go,Miles to walk,And sometimes, more often than not,You stumble and fall.Find your wayOut of the hole,And somehow, you always,Get pulled down.Remember—Down is only a direction,And it’s okay to go there too,Just as you move left and rightOr row through lifeBack
It’s okay sometimesTo show your tears,Know your tears,And the place they come from.It is what makes youWhat you are.How long do you planTo rest in a bottle?Let everything outSmash it to pieces— Fall to the groundMake a mess,Vent it all out.Your boat is caught in a