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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

The Storm Knocks - 2

Here I am

At the door kept azar

The Storm let in

The half burnt thatch is threatening to get swept off of my head

The walls trembling, may be I'll be left with no curtain or shade

May be the thatch will reassure me and stay

May be the walls will prove themselves good to last till D Day.

This once I stand brave with nothing to loose.

If it ditches again Life will not choose me.... Life will be what I  choose.

Not afraid to loose the half burnt hut anymore

If you bring it down... I'd say "Come beat me life. ...encore "

For I'll walk lighter with no hut to guard or come home to.

The world will be my home...my home will be a dream I'll be reborn into.

This is a sequel to The Storm Knocks .....

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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Doomed to romanticism

If you are one of those people who just love to sit quietly on a vacant terrace and gaze at the moon and listen to the silence....then you are doomed...

....to doing that for so many beautiful evenings of your life.... Happily doomed  ;-)

Friday, October 28, 2016

Sukoon na aaye hum sukoon ki thaur chal diye
Subah raushan na hui hum uthe Shams ki oar chal diye

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Sadness is self motivated, persistent, independent just like happiness but the difference between the two is like the difference between the soothing water and the igneous oil. One calms us down and if not spread intentionally the drop stays put, but sadness spreads without effort like a drop of petrol, non-cohesive spreading around and seeping through thinnest of cracks