Perspectives on ideas and the wild
Flowing through the pathof a forgotten ballad,I landed at one of the old townsof nostalgia, of dreamy past.Each house, a block of memorystood in ruins, trying to protectexistence of its past, its glory.The pillars trembling,like the trembling importanceof these moments, in my life.Colours fading, roofs falling,a pale departure.And at the twilight of these ruins,At the …
How can I tell herabout her tender crimes?The unintended cuts from her smile;Sly theft of my emotional calm.She has tossed me into a whirlwind of love.Trespassing into my dreams;She has become the melody that enters my ears, even when she speaks nothing at all.I am strangled by her fragrance,and left as a solitary bard,singing hymns …
Gratitude hit my shoreslike the acknowledgement of a miracle.Amidst an adversity of survival;it brought the comfort of being alive.I feel grateful for the breath of mineand of all those I call mine; the blossoms of my life.I feel grateful for the colorful sight of my eyes,witnessing the presence of loved ones,I feel grateful for the …
आज तुम्हारी बोहोत याद आरही है।यूं तो प्यार हम तुमसे करते हैपर यह प्यार आज बोहोत सता रही है।कागज के इस पन्ने पर,शब्दों के कुछ आसू बिखेर दिए हैं,सुनना चाहोगे? सुनना चाहोगे इस आशिक दिल का इजहार?आज तुम्हारी बोहोत याद आरही है।चेहरे से मानो हशी मिट गई है,हशी की वजह जो तुम हो।यूं बेवजह , …
There are parched moments, when all we can do is nothing.Nothing I can do, possibly to reverse my parent's aging,the weathering away of love, a withering existence.A reluctant mute spectator of the world around me,is what I want to be, is what I am when the choice left for me is one; nothing.Nothing possibly will …
To ponder and gauge the text of this letter,Brings me a jittery fretful unease.Perhaps it will speak of unshed tears,the losing of love, a note of death.I wish to keep it unopened, to let the grief and sorrow, trapped inside the envelope.I fear to let loose, its words into our livesas a scent of gloom, …
All my love, lay on a canvas,like a piece of modern art.Visible to all, but you.Understood by few; but you.All my voices, lay on paper,like a fiction, unread by you.I exist as silent words,You, like a humming melody.Both together, a song.Let fate sing it aloud,perhaps melt the barriers,the strangeness in being strangers.You know it, I …
Phoolguri was drenched in monsoon rains. The furious wet winds had hit this lost corner that hid under a veil of invisibility. Struggling through the windy rain and darkness of the late evening, Jadhav was inspecting the railway line bisecting the road at Phoolguri railway crossing. Walking through muddy puddles of rain in his rubber boots, he …
She is drowning. In the fear that this darkness may, perhaps, possibly never get ceased. Too many words of doubt Hard to expound. Perhaps, she is tired of explaining it to the world, to herself. Exhausted by trying to explain. May, perhaps, possibly, her mind getting seized. Too many words of doubt. Hard to expound. …
I wrote a song for you today, wish I could have sung it for you. Drenched in a rain of nostalgia, the paperboat of words; sailing through a puddle of melody. wish I could have sailed it for you. Some smiles left unexplained, Some phrases left untold, Some feelings left unchained, wish I could have …