Kahin Kuch Kho Gaya Hai.

Kahin kuch kho gaya hai shayad, Daudte hue kab nange pero me joote aa gaye, Kab khulli jebo par taale aa gaye, Kab poochna chhod kar, bataana shuruu ho gaya, Iss badlaav me shayad kuch ghum sa ho gaya. Shayad bachpana hi khoya hai, Yeh masoom ab kuch bada hua Continue Reading

An Ode To Fathers!

Jeb mein paise kam, Dil mein pyaar zyada hai. Bachche ki harr maang se, Papa ka dil pighal jaata hai. “Saare tere sapnon ko kishton mein poora kar doonga, Kuch waqt dede mujhe beta, Iss duniya ko teri mutthi me bhar doonga.”   Jaane kyun log papa ke naam se Continue Reading

#JusticeForAsifa

In what world do we live? Is it the hell that we reside in? What did we do? What were our sins? That we are surrounded by demons, As in our people, our kith, and kin. I wonder what a kid would have done. A young life with dreams within, Continue Reading

Victims of Inhumanity

The poem is dedicated to people who are suffering the crisis in Syria. The speaker of these lines is a child who was killed in the war. The poem is written in the form of an address to his mother who died too. Agar khul jaaye neend tumhari, Toh mujhe Continue Reading

Words Of An Unborn Child

In the womb of the mother, Inside my first home, I feel so loved, I feel so secured. Contented with the love Showered by my loving ones, I kick a little harder, Look, how happy they have become! Says dad, he will be a football-er. I wonder how my father Continue Reading

Everyone has got an English fever.

Let me start with an incident that happened some days back. I was with my friend (Let’s call her ‘A’) and A’s friend (Let’s call her Mandodra) in a cafe. The table was embellished with half-filled coffee cups, devouringly eaten food. We were casually chit-chatting in Hindi. Mandodra notices her ex-classmate entering Continue Reading

Random

Hello, Everyone! Have you ever wondered why don’t we all look same? Don’t bring in Science. Would there be beauty if all did look same? No. Diversity is beautiful, its unique, it’s amazing. Would not it be mundane to look same faces, sizes, colors around? Respect diversity. Different flaws are Continue Reading

An Older Childhood

    At an age of 80, My boyhood is back, Unleashed from duties, Divorced with stress. Heart craves for junk, Playing with kids seems fun, Mind innocently thinks, And I often forget my things. I weep a lot, Sometimes without a rhyme, or on a random thought. I laugh Continue Reading