देखते देखते वक्त खत्म हो गया ।
वो आके सामने ठहर गया ।
बोला चल तुझे ले जाने का वक्त आ गया ।
तुझे जिसने भेजा था उसका बुलावा आ गया ।
मेरी हालत पे वो हस दिया ।
बेमतलब का कितना कुछ जमा कर लिया ।
मौत आने वाली है ये भुल गया ।
ऐशो-आराम मे खो गया ।
जिंदगी को जीना रह गया ।
बीच बीच मे गरेबान मे झांकना रह गया ।
सिर्फ दौडता गया ।
दौलत के पीछे भागता गया ।
देखते देखते वक्त गुजर गया ।
अब सामने वो आके ठहर गया ।
एक पल मे सबकुछ खो दिया ।
साथ ले जाये ऐसा कुछ न कमाया ।
जैसे जुवे मे आखरी दांव हार गया ।
यंहा का सब यंहा रह गया ।
वक्त हाथ से निकल गया ।
आजतक जो मेरा था वो पलभर में पराया हो गया ।
मेरे लिए वक्त थम गया ।
बेवजह आना जाना किया ।
सांसों का चलना रुक गया ।
उसपार का सफर शुरू हो गया ।
देखते देखते ...
I wonder what will happen if some day science can prove that our so called Gods, some superhumans whom we worship blindly were actually aliens, who visited us and taught us how to live and shared their scientific knowledge on which we are so proud of.
That we are not actually evolved but moulded into human beings and we all have their parts in our dna. That we are actually aliens and earth is not our planet. 🤔🤔
I hope you are finally happy by creating a distance that you always wanted to create between us.
Life in Numbers
A half eaten sandwich.
Three unfilled gym membership forms.
A dozen unseen movie climaxes.
A hundred avoided storms.
Two years with a cricket kit bag,
That now lies buried in the basement.
Three years slept embracing a familiar frame.
Five years, still trying to find a replacement.
Twelve chapters of an unfinished novel,
Four megabytes that no longer get used.
Ten hours of coding that I couldn't do any more.
Two parents that weren't amused.
A decade of stumbling on social media.
Three hundred and twenty three "friends" I don't quite know.
Six unbooked tickets to my grandmother's house.
One for every year I didn't go.
Twenty six trips around the ...
The tenacity of a hand holding artfully the green liquid cylinder,
Led even the goosebumps on my hands.
That sexy cucumber under a shape-shifting knife,
Trying to subdue the cucumber,
While it tried to run away from its grip.
More than the knife, it was how she held it interested me.
Using the thumb and index finger, she tried to do the deed;
Probably thinking of herself as a butcher,
Who would cut the flesh and enjoy bathing in the transparent liquid,
That would simply gush out of this wet cucumber.
What about the sensuality that one experiences,
At the very start where you just cut the tip of this vegetable,
And rub it hard against the next layer,
At the ...
I read these poems
By these amazing poets,
Using the power and art of words Using it as a ways to escape reality
And fall into their own
Or merely as a hobby
But they use their words so well
That my soul,
Are struck and they learn to soar
In this tiring world
I wish to always read their words
And I hope that
What is Art for ME❔
my Problem Solver...
It's a very important
PART of my HEART...
#Skylark Challenge 205
Sometimes I think I can hear you
But it can't be true
Cause your actions
Counter these visions
Under the waves of emotion
Ineligible for any rescue
I clasped anything I'm reaching to
Tiredly yearn before being engulfed
Lost in the ocean or the atmosphere
Never mind the matter
Logic unrendered by this mighty sorrow
The book with no power
Never had I met,
Someone who could interpret,
My incoherence and wit,
Without misunderstanding it.
Never would I meet,
Someone who could speak,
Without hesitation or fear,
Despite me being away or near.
It's difficult to describe,
What she would in my memory inscribe,
But if I would, I'd say, I'm her scribe,
And she my muse, where my inspirations derive.
Her beautiful locks of hair,
Like strings of a violin,
Drooping down on her face, fair,
Playing a symphony, deep down within.
Her face, splashed with beauty,
Never seen before, her heart akin.
Her eyes, big and sooty,
I know where they've been.
She instills in me a desire, illicit,
To have her breath, gently sear my skin,
Oh the tears
they have made dents
on my pillow.
This feeling is dence
but I'll still go.
no ink in the pen
Dropped a thought
on the table
A scary celebration..
It’s been a few years that I have realised this one thing about the seasons and it touches my soul in many ways.
As soon as the monsoon ends, the weather goes a little dry and it’s
🍂 autumn🍁 and it gives me a really weird vibe!
In my country, the colourful, traditional and celebrated festivals arise around this time.
I used to love this part of the year as it is so calm and there’s a sense of silence even in the noisy world around me. That silence is my own and it makes me feel so nostalgic and I lose all my senses to understand.
It is beautiful yet scary, as I go through all the flashbacks that made me who I am.
Today as I was walking by the road in the eve...
Waves of euphoria in tulip swarm,
Lavender tendrils woven across her arms,
Floral her aroma,
Some pre-summer winds across her face was feeling warm,
A symphony of chance encounters,
I leave her by the shoreline everyday,
She's the moon reflection on the gulf ,
Roots deep she has feelings they say,
Only I've known her unfiltered brew,
Her overpowered essence on my mind...
Mind is an instrument,
Out of which entire emotions are formed,
Ultimately reflecting the chemistry of the
If seek changes in a single night,
It will spoil the next day's light.
Eyes can describe what's delight,
If mind is engaged without fight.
The Nature always nice
That knows by the wise
Who makes life as paradise
While others just jeopardise.
The sun's rays hit the paper
The sun's rays hit my eyes
And my feelings are steady
Upon its warm gaze
And there is a catharsis
I couldn't find anywhere else
Nevermind what this follows
But I only want to stay there forever
With lots of raging potential energy
She felt her smile hurt her cheek again;
She felt her heartbeat gain a rhythm again;
She felt her craves burn again,
She felt herself to be back again!
She felt all that passion again;
She felt herself cherish it all again;
She felt her dreams coming back to life again;
She felt herself to be back again!
I think marriage has become so hard these days. I was reading the history of marriage and relationships the other day, and it made me realize how the power dynamics between gender and families facilitated the union. I also read how *love* should never be the prerequisite for this arrangement.
I started to think about the traditional culture of Indian marriages (i.e. arranged by the parents). The woman is majorly supposed to leave her house, her values, her everything and adopt this new, strange, unknown family as her own. Live in their house, use their belongings and eat the food they are used to eating. It’s so weird.
But isn’t this what is missing these days- this huge leap of compromis...
Humans who are fighting in the name of caste, religion, countries and anything that divides us, remember we all have evolved from spineless micro organisms who were the only living beings millions of years ago.
We all are part of one big picture, so make sure to act properly and stop foolishness thinking we are a superior being then others
Nature can destroy us any time as it has done several times.
If something bad is happening, remember the oxygen we breath today was brought by asteroids which bombarded Earth for thousands of years.
Bad and good are phases one can't live without another for a long time.🤯
Gloomy sky looming over the land
Array of thoughts
like moving clouds,lead
Things to slip
like water through once hand!
Misinterpretation of each deed,
Tearing apart everyone's piece of mind.
Holding onto anger, ego as well-
Losing to doubts, no restraints
left to bind!
Former self shelved,
all that's left is a shell.
Thousands of stars looking down upon me
Draining the spark or
whatever that's left
Grinning and mocking
Ripping through ourselves,
creating a cleft!
Smile struck face , long gone ,
now it's ...