My assets
Few dreams
Few regrets
Few memories
Some loneliness
Some uncertainities
A little bit of wisdom
A little self respect
Some minor accomplishments
A modest and truthful mindset
And above all, my parents
And their happiness
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
04.01.09
There’s so much that the rain wets.
Yet theres so much that it doesn’t.
But when the sun takes over again
Theres no sign differentiating that the rain haven’t.
We often live in its pretence.
Coz its only when the sun descends
That we are able to see if we got wet in its presence
Or was it our solitude coz of which our eyes moistens
Yet theres so much that it doesn’t.
But when the sun takes over again
Theres no sign differentiating that the rain haven’t.
We often live in its pretence.
Coz its only when the sun descends
That we are able to see if we got wet in its presence
Or was it our solitude coz of which our eyes moistens
01.10.09
Its useless to desist pain coz gradually even a sustained scream becomes a solitary silence.
01.10.09
Ek dheemi si roshni me
bheegi palko ke kinare
kuchh beeti yaado ki mehfil jami hai.
Sagar ki ati jati lehro
ki dastan sunte pattharo
ki thandi saaso me aakar
zindagi thami hai.
Kuchh lamhe guzar gae
kuchh baaki hain.
Kuchh ehsaso ne
anubhav ke darazo me
jagah bana li hai.
kuchh darazo me
ab bhi anubhav ki kami hai.
Kuchh aur ranjishe badh jae
phir shayad keh sake
ye banjar bejaan zameen
hamare khwabo ke bikhre tukdo se bani hai.
bheegi palko ke kinare
kuchh beeti yaado ki mehfil jami hai.
Sagar ki ati jati lehro
ki dastan sunte pattharo
ki thandi saaso me aakar
zindagi thami hai.
Kuchh lamhe guzar gae
kuchh baaki hain.
Kuchh ehsaso ne
anubhav ke darazo me
jagah bana li hai.
kuchh darazo me
ab bhi anubhav ki kami hai.
Kuchh aur ranjishe badh jae
phir shayad keh sake
ye banjar bejaan zameen
hamare khwabo ke bikhre tukdo se bani hai.
28.09.09
Often it seems as a decade just passed a few moments back
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries
But sometimes it seems more than a decade to pass just a few moments
How often do we see our real image in the mirror instead of the one that we have put on
When a mirror is but a reflection of our pasts which we have always concealed
There was once a time, but now tears, pain or anguish can never seem to console
It doesn’t matter now. Life, Feelings, Morality have been buried long ago
It would just tick on till the light dies and the wetness dries
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