“LOSERS” the crowd shouted. “LOSERS” The opponents smiled. The team held their breath for the last penalty shot. It was a mind game. The captain let the crowd shout “Losers” one last time. The defending goal keeper laughed. This was the sign. It was a winning shot. “Let them win early in their mind.” he... Continue Reading →
The Politics Of A Negative Mind
“The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would have to take to pieces an entire universe.” - Remy de Gourmont But of course I picked this quote from Google and pasted it. At least I can claim to have... Continue Reading →
आगाज़
रात गहरी हो चली पर बंद दुकानों के आगे अब भी चकाचौंध है । खनकती चूड़ियों के बीच आज मेहँदी का शोर है । कुछ हाथ भर का इंतज़ार लिए गुलाबी सा अक्स बातों में खोया है । सड़क किनारे लैंप पोस्ट की रौशनी आज कितनी चम् चमा रही है । दिवाली में तो वक्त... Continue Reading →
Blank Page
the slate is clean wiped and all set to write the page blank where is my ink? frozen on the stand the heart’s invigorating a desire to break free from the norm the passion loud flows through the blood in my hands raindrops on my skin licked in a spur tears rest in peace on... Continue Reading →
The Trickster’s Tournament
Apolitical as I may seem I rarely ever be, For I am the residue of a tournament A devious Trickster's Meet! Now I was born in a normal family With some honest bread to eat. We slept by dozens on empty stomachs But were never preached to cheat. Oh but the Devil is a cunning... Continue Reading →
Life in a Moment
Raindrops on my skin Quench thirst Of the parched heart Droplets in the air Pass through my eyes Salt mixed in rain Is a happy omen Dried up tears Excruciating pain Washed away Into the earth The rain kissed grass Caressing my bare feet Life in just one moment Blissful and Serene...
We heard it all … We know it all
I hear an echo distant yet near. It seems as if someone is whispering in my ear. "We know your secrets too well." "What ... what secrets?" I look around and analyse the eccentric sound. It think I know the voice behind the echo but I am unable to place a finger on it. Is it... Continue Reading →
Burnt Inside
He stepped out of the door and took the case out of his pocket. He rapped the unopened pack on his palm and deftly flipped it open. A tinge of silver shone in the sunlight as he took the cigarette out and put it in his mouth. He let it stay there for a while.... Continue Reading →
उड़ आया बचपन
आज हवा के झोंके संग कुछ बादल आये, बारिश का सा आलम था पर उम्मीद कम, पिछली बार बस बूंदों की याद भर दिला गए थे। काफी कुछ उड़ा ले जाती हैं हवा अपने आगोश में, पर कभी कभी कुछ ले भी आती हैं तोहफे सा, शायद यही से return गिफ्ट का दौर चला हो?... Continue Reading →
Through The Coloured Glass 