Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child,
Recedes, as if you were a stranger
As if you will muddy her waters
She too, began her indifference
God, tell me, why everything
Turns out like You,
Graceful, and yet
Unreachable
Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child,
Recedes, as if you were a stranger
As if you will muddy her waters
She too, began her indifference
God, tell me, why everything
Turns out like You,
Graceful, and yet
Unreachable
Pouring coffee into the cup, I realized something, and smiled. I don’t have to die for you. Your machinations Of not even ignoring me, Will bring your own ruinations. You will no doubt go to heaven, But only after...
Every time she looked at him, she saw a new stranger. Every time he looked at her, he saw a new friend. Polite she: “Sure!” Skeptical he: “What did she mean by that?” Uncertainty strings...
A few days after Mumbai attacks in November 2008 (26/11), still recovering from what we all saw on live TV, I kept thinking that these verses are what Kasab might be saying to himself while he and his fellow terrorists...
We were blind once. We didn’t speak once. We didn’t know once. Then. Then…? We spoke a lot, First to ourselves, Saying “Is this real?” Then to each other, In whispers. I said I am nothing...
This is the story of how I live in S-lane, And how I love the little things here. There are a thousand houses in the S-lane, And when I walk here, a thousand looks, Each a thousand carat diamond, greet me in the S-lane...
One by one you left You, then you Now, on this cold early hour Of the morning memories I translate everything you were Into everything you meant I should not live in the past, they say I should move on, they say...
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