Some emotions, some logic, much nonsense.
क्यों आते हो वापिस बार बार क्या पाओगे तुम यहां मै अलग रखती हूं दोस्त दिलका और लफ़्ज़ोंका जहां ना मिलेगा ज़िक्र तुम्हारा मेरी शायरी मे, कहानी मे अनकही, सुनलो गर सुन सको ना मिलेगी ये जबानी में लिखी थी अर्सों पहले उलझो मत उन बातोंमें ये लमहें जो अभी हैं बस वो ही तो …
Too many helping hands Too many worried eyes Too many 'How are you's as many 'I'm fine's Casually repeating same old white lies Don't know why I matter Don't know how and where I stumbled across all of this care Everyone so precious Everything so rare One day I'll have to wake One day I'll …
The piano looks so lonely in the corner. Lost in the memories, of music. The canvas shows a moody sky. Arrested at dusk, forever. The ghungroos sit on the desk, untouched. Deprived of its daily shower concert, the bathroom is so silent now, morose. You always said you loved the artist in me. I always …
I have this sinking feeling in my stomach. I wait for it to go away. It doesn't. I turn on one side, curl up, hoping it's positional. It's not. It's not related to hunger, I've ruled that out already. I will it to go away. It won't. I just keep lying on my bed. I'm …
I woke up that day to the news of death 2 km away from the safety of my bed They were still counting Updating the news Some started circulating the pictures I kept my phone away I felt unreal It was not me, neither anyone I knew The guilt of feeling the relief was probably …
थांग ना लागे तुझा किती तर्कबुद्धी लावली विपरीत सारे भासते, दे जरा नियमावली आंधळ्यांच्या देणगीने दानपेटी तुंबली पांगळ्या त्या भिक्षुकाची व्यथा कोणी जाणली? घडा भरल्या कुकर्मींनी शंभरीही गाठली हर घडी निष्पाप मरती अर्भके ना वाचली दीन-दुबळी लेकरे वाऱ्यावरी का सोडली वारीत जाती, जापती हरिनाम जे हर पावली साशंक, परि दुबळाच मी दारी हजेरी लावली विघ्न …
"What do you think is the most important part of a poem?" "The title?" "No." "The ending?" "Not really." "The theme?" "Umm. Somewhat close." "Okay I lose. Enlighten me, genius." "It's the one idea around which you build the whole poem." "So how is that different from the theme?" God. For a smart girl, she …
After 10 alarms with successively decreasing intervals in between, and 5 shouts from Ma with successively increasing impatience, Neeti woke up. Spending half the time in despising her groggy look in the mirror, and remaining half in dragging herself through the mundanity of the morning routine, she got ready. Albeit with the enthusiasm and agility …
I was getting kind of weary of writing blogs. Then, The Book Thief happened. If you don't know what that is, leave this post right here and go read it. Please. So, assuming that you've come back after reading it, I'll tell you what has made me write this. Here are some of the items …
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