कुर्सी का मोल

चार पाए और एक पट्टा ज्यादा नहीं है मोल मेरा कभी आम, कभी शीशम बस लकड़ी भर का तोल मेरा अरे, कभी तो वो भी नकली... अरे कभी तो वो भी नकली फिर भी मैं किस्सों में हूँ एक अकेली जान हूँ देखों फिर भी मैं हिस्सों में हूँ ग़ज़ब महा तमाशा है हिंद का...

Before I Am Dead

Sparkling through the crystal The truth rises up ahead Just a glass of wine A pen, a poem and some music Before I am dead. Taking the cue from life Now waiting for the end Just a glass of wine A pen, a poem and some music Before I am dead. Not people, not love...

यादों का मोहल्ला

भूला बिसरा सा एक मोहल्ला कुछ यादों के जमघट जैसा, बचपन का सा शोर उठा था कहीं हँसी, कहीं खटपट जैसा। लाख भुलाएँ नहीं भूलेंगे रंगों से भरी बैठक की दीवार पेड़ों का झुरमुट बना कर जब बंद कमरे में आयी बहार। उलझे हुए से किस्से कुछ एक बूढ़ी दादी बालों संग सुलझा गई, वो...

Pluviophile’s Predicament

There is a time when the mind can be at complete peace and it is not the night, for night often brings out the devil who is in constant conflict with the darkness within. But mental peace is sporadic and like weather is unpredictable to the core. My tryst with inner peace is directly proportional...

P.S. Alexa Misses You

There a time and place in everyone's life when they feel the vacuum. It could be sudden, built over the years or just a recurring reason for which the mind decides 'Situation is equivalent to Vacuum' For me being in vacuum is like a trance. I can stop hearing what the world is saying or...

I Solemnly Swear

It has been nearly two months since I wrote something really worthwhile and shared it on any platform. To be absolutely honest, I have not been really working through. Life is being lived all over the place with no due sense of time and responsibility. Managing everything is the most mismanaged way to manage everything....