silence of a noiseechoes through the streetssweat on my browtear or two on the cheeka smile to camouflageall that's my beinga minute or twoof a sobbing heartbeat and thenNoise on the Streets...
e-loss
flotsam of the love lost in time not a reminiscence anymore alas, lost letters don't fall off pages to find their way back into hands of star crossed lovers nostalgia remains shut inside paperbacks not to be remembered again -Vibha
Roses for the Married Valentine…
Thunder resonates through the sky, lightening bolts dance their way to the horizon, it is Valentine's Day morning but not really the kind of weather lovers would prefer. The meteorological forecasts indicate another hailstorm lashing on Delhi NCR. But I am happy. The weather brings out the days of long drive ... yes not so... Continue Reading →
Dawn to Dusk
blushed clouds strokes of pink passions perfected invisible ink subtle silent passes the day purple rage fiery foreplay fall in arms intertwined souls a whisper a sigh as the night calms...
Ressurrect
It wasn't as if I have eluded writing because of some life threatening issue, but I possibly have sought a thousand reasons why I can't write. So may be it is true that what you think is what really happens. Today I decided to think the other way- no matter what, I will get to... Continue Reading →
चुप्पी
कभी उनकी आँखों में बसते थे हम, बातों का वो मंज़र रूहानी था। नज़रों में आज भी चमक रहती हैं उनकी बस मेरे अल्फाज़ कमबख्त फ़ोन चुरा ले गया। यूँ तो दिलबर की चुप्पी से शायर डरा नहीं करते, आँखों की जुबां भी समझना आता हैं हमको। आँखें पढ़ने की गुस्ताखी कमबख्त दिल करे कैसे... Continue Reading →
Through The Coloured Glass 