Saturday, 7 May 2011


आज की रात
फिर नींद नहीं आयगी
दिल को धमका लिया
अब प्यार से समझाना है
तेरी हर  जीद के लिए
दुनिया नहीं रुक जाएगी


when we met
you amd me,

the steam was high
the bedsheet cried
and covered its eye
the room swirled
and danced with us

we did cha cha cha
we did mackerena too

and when we left
you and me
 we left our shadows

I go there quite often
scribble around the shadows
I mostly use tracing paper
to trace you down

Friday, 6 May 2011

My favourite poem by Veronica Shoffstall



After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and sharing a life
And you learn that love doesn't mean possession
And company doesn't mean security
And loneliness is universal.
And you learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your hope on today
As the future has a way of falling apart in mid-flight
Because tomorrow's ground can be too uncertain for plans
Yet, each step taken in a new direction creates a path
Toward the promise of a brighter dawn.
And you learn that even sunshine burns
If you get too much
So you plant your own garden and nourish your own soul
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that love,
True love,
Always has joys and sorrows
Seems ever present, yet is never quite the same
Becoming more than love and less than love
So difficult to define.
And you learn that through it all
You really can endure
That you really are strong
That you do have value
And you learn and grow
With every goodbye
You learn.

Monday, 2 May 2011

मैं यहाँ भी नहीं

मैं यहाँ भी नहीं
वहां भी नहीं हूँ
मैं तुम्हारे और अपने
बीच फंसी हूँ कहीं

लडती हूँ मैं
अपने आप से
तुमसे और सबसे
उस सपने के लिए
जो भागता है मुझसे दूर
और मैं भाग नहीं पाती
उसके साथ

समय कैसा खेल खेलता है
मेरे साथ
मेरी उम्मीदों पर पानी सा फेरता है
और मैं चुप चाप अपनी इछाओं को
मरते हुए देखती हूँ
उफ़ भी नहीं करती

खोजती हूँ अपने आप को
कभी अपने आस पास
और कभी तुम्हारी घडी में

कभी जो पा गयी
अपने को,
और समय भी मेरे साथ आया
तो चल पडूँगी
मैं एक ऐसी उड़ान पर
जिसका अंत, सिर्फ अंत है 

Sunday, 1 May 2011

how it feels to be.....

I want to know how it feels to be able to feel giddy,almost like a little girl going on the whirl round. To love without hesitation, without complications. Just love and not bothered of the consequences. What it must feel to get comfortable around and feel the fear, the fear of loss.
To pine and get angry and knowing that these emotions are useless. But still feel the intensity and love the intensity also hate the intensity. than somehow lose the love and pine for it, day in day out pine for it. what it must feel like , to pine, which for my adult mind is an useless emotion, it cripples you, inside out. 
how it feels to be so down by the sheer pain of exsistence to want not to be alive,than again to be able to pull  back , smile the false smile, laugh the stupid laugh, have a platonic realtionship with the whole world, make a fool of every body, without complications, without jealousy , you get to grow up sometime