Lashing Out

It is said that more the intelligence of an individual, more is the loneliness experienced. This is because they can more clearly see the reality of this world. This poetry is written from the perspective of such a person who is frustrated and lashing out to the world. Hope you enjoy it!

ज़माने

जिंदगी नही मिली पर जिंदा हूं मैं आसमान का टूटा हुआ परिंदा हूं मैं लोग पीते रहे खुशनुमा महफिलों में महफिलों से भी तो शर्मिंदा हूं मैं। इस कदर पत्ते शाखों से टूट जाते थे जैसे सिर्फ फूलों की खुशबुओं का इंतजार हो कफन भी ना भीग पाए अश्कों से जहां ऐसे बेदर्द ज़माने का… Continue reading ज़माने

The day I miss you

Wrote this years ago. Those were the days when passions ran very high and I was still not exposed to the nefarious ways of the world. When the world and the people in it had still not corrupted my mind. When my likings were pursued by me with pure passion. Can't believe I found this!

यह प्रेम नहीं

(इस कविता में जो लिखा है उसका अर्थ तो समझिए ही साथ ही साथ उसके उलट जो आज के युग में होता है वह भी सोचिये)(कविता को लयबद्ध पद्य की शैली में लिखा है, यदि उस लहजे से पढ़ा जाए तो अलग आनंद मिलेगा 🙂)काल का चक्र जो चलता है,किसी के लिए नहीं ये रुकता… Continue reading यह प्रेम नहीं

What is and how to get out of the Social Media trap – My Facebook Theory of 3 strikes and the subtle art of not giving a f**k

(Have you ever felt a sudden urge to open social media and try to make a new friend? Or have you ever felt a sudden pang of loneliness even though you have people around you?) Hi all, So what I am about to tell you is my 'subtle art of not giving a fuck' using… Continue reading What is and how to get out of the Social Media trap – My Facebook Theory of 3 strikes and the subtle art of not giving a f**k

I miss you then

Whenever newer events arise, I miss you silently in disguise. Disguise of an empty smile, sometimes crooked, mindless all the while. When I wake to the chirping sounds, outside my window, all around. Breaking away from your dreams All I long then is to hear, your soft whispers in my ear, your gentle coaxing for… Continue reading I miss you then

His sweetheart’s wedding

A poem told in the third perspective. A man and a woman loved each other but the woman then suddenly leaves to get married to someone else, leaving the man heartbroken, in despair and alone, breaking all the vows she made with him in the process. The woman thus, without hesitation, marries someone else as if the man did not matter, without any qualms for what she was doing.

Embrace

I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about.   A warm summer's sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose's lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit… Continue reading Embrace

Mine?

Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of… Continue reading Mine?