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Zacho

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Techie by day. Scribbler by night. Gourmand. Travel enthusiast. Music maniac. Instagram - @zachovaad
October 16, 2019
 

It felt like summer when she was near me. Her voice filled my otherwise gloomy days with the pacifying blue of the summer skies. Her giggles felt like bare skin under the warm Summer sun. Her embrace was the best summer getaway I could have had. Coming back to her after a tiring day was like a refreshing drink on my patio.
I should have noticed when my days started losing the blue skies. I should have realised that this cold breeze that blows with the Summer sun is a sign. How did I forget that this getaway will soon be over? Why is it time already to put covers on my patio?
Every leaf that blew in my backyard shrunk her smile bit by bit and took her further away from me. By the time I rea...

DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
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September 6, 2019
 

Collab with Sweta

Chhaon ki halki sard hawa aur uske saath dheemi si dhoop
Ehsas dilati h tumhara mere pass hona..

Poornima ke chand ki roshni ...
Taaro ki timtimhat  ...
Ehsas dilati h tumhara mere pass hona.

Sanson ki ye garmahat aur Teri zulfon ka saaya,
Ehsaas dilate H tumhara mere pass hona..

Barish ki ye bunde aur tumhare itar  ki khushboo..
Ehsas dilati h tumhara mere pass hona..

Aakhri baar jate jate tumhara mujhe palat kar nai dekhna..
Ne mujhe ehsaas dilaya..
Humara kabhi ek sath na hona...

Tumhara mujhse waada lena Dubara
Kabhi na milne ka..
Ne mujhe  ehsaas dilaya...
Humara kabhi ek sath na hona...

Humari adhuri kahani....

-Zacho | Sweta

LIMITS EXIST ONLY IN THE MIND
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April 28, 2019
 

I am going through the worst writer's block I've ever experienced. It's like a tap that ran dry in summers and cannot seem to come back to life again!

I urge you all (whoever is reading this letter) to send me.m ideas, requests for collaborations, a rant or motivation to get this fixed. I feel sick and I don't want to be in this state for long. So, please help a friend in need. And I promise I will give it back to you! :)

Cheers,
Zacho

HAPPY EARTH DAY 2019
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February 13, 2019
 

In collaboration with Pavi...

Tez dhoop me jaise bheeni hawa ka ek jhonka,
Jaise radio pe koi bhoola bisra sa haseen naghma,
Barfeeli sardiyon me jaise chai ka ek pyaala,
Jaise kisi nozaide ke naazuk haath ko thaamna

Kuchh aisi hi thi wo mulaqaat aaj,
chand lamho me main kuchh saal jee gaya!
Us beparwaah hawa ne mujhe bhi Chua tha...
Aur wo Haseen naghma mene bhi suna tha...
Tha mera bhi ek rishta us chai k pyaale se...
Jise tumhe sirf mere liye chuna tha...

Tum jee gaye in chand lamho mein...
Aur mein marr gayi isi ittefaaq mein...
Hothon pe dua aagayi us khuda k liye...
Jisne ye ittefaaq Tarasha hoga kabhi...

-Zacho | Pavi

LET'S FALL IN LOVE
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February 9, 2019
 

A few people have asked me if my detox with people is working and if I'm really able to chase my dreams now in 2019.

Well, I'd say the people detox works if you know exactly who or what kind of people you want to go away from your life. Take a river, for example. If you keep dumping garbage in the river, it will eventually affect the free flow of water. The river, however, tries to carve a path through the junk, but with increased resistance.
If you decide to clean the junk, you're giving back the free flow to the river. That's essentially what a detox is. You are getting rid of things that shouldn't be where they are.

In the process , however, do not remove the things that matter. The f...

ORIGINAL
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January 3, 2019
Toronto, Canada

This year I'm letting go off my past and a lot of things which have held me back.
I'm also making myself less easily available to people. I'm making myself less vulnerable to them.

This year I'm taking less initiatives to start a conversation so I can see who really thinks of me as worthy to stay in touch.
I'm also being selfish and spending all my love and time on me.

This year I'm choosing to chase dreams instead of chasing people.
This year, I am changing. For real.

-ZACHO

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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December 31, 2018
Toronto, Canada

Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Khet me ik kisaan ko hal jot-tay maine dekha tha

Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Gali me ghumte uss besahara bachche ko kalam uthate maine dekha tha

Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Uss sharmile ladke ko hausla baandhte maine dekha tha

Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Tumko jad-o-jehad karke jeete huye maine dekha tha

Jaise kal hi ki baat ho,
Khud ko bay jawaab sawalon me uljha maine dekha tha

Aaj dekhiye,
Ummeed ki ik kiran se falak roshan hai
Wo kisaan iqbal mand hai
Wo besahara bachcha kamraan hai
Wo sharmila ladka maqbool hai
Tum behad mad'ouk ho
Aur main qanaat hun!

Naye saal ka isi ummeed se aghaaz karein.

-Zacho

Seems like yesterday,
I had seen a farmer ploughing his land...

2019
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December 24, 2018
Toronto, Canada

Ittefaq se aaj nazar ik kharonch pe gayi,
Meri yadasht ne to mera saath na diya,
Lekin usko chhune par ye ehsas hua
Ki ye ubhare huye harf hain
Jo abhi bhi usko yadon mein mehfooz rakhte hain.

By chance I glanced over a bruise today,
Although my memory did not serve me well,
But when I touched that abrasion
I realised that these words embossed on my skin,
Are the ones still keeping her protected in my memories.

-Zacho

CHRISTMAS FLOWERS
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December 12, 2018
Toronto, Canada

For the blue eyed girl I haven't met yet,

I was at the art supplies store this evening shopping for paints. After struggling and failing to find the particular colour I was looking for, I decided to walk up to the store staff and ask them where can I find the same. The staff, a young girl in her mid twenties, asked for a few more details about the shade I was looking for. This is the part I struggle the most at. I'm unable to recognize colours by their names as some of my counterparts can do so well.

So, I gave her this cheesy description-  
'it's like the colour you see at the beach where it meets the ocean. Imagine I put a handful of sand in the clear blue ocean.'

'I don't quite get it...

MERRY CHRISTMAS
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November 26, 2018
Toronto, Canada

Funny as it may sound, but buying cigarettes can teach you some lessons. No, I'm not talking about cancer or how tobacco can make you go blind. I'm talking about retrospection while talking to the woman who owns the convenience store where you buy your poison from.

I realised it isn't the tobacco I'm addicted to because I still had a few cigarettes left when I last visited the store. It's the conversation I have with her that's my poison.

Dangerous much?

-Zacho

THE BEST IS YET TO COME
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November 12, 2018
Rangareddy, India

Dear Zacho,

I just spent my time in library, came back, made pasta and that’s it. Anyway diwali never been any sort of historical event in life, never exited about it, except for the autumn break.

Yeah I’m kind of mad at you. I missed you so bad.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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October 30, 2018
 

Jism par itr ke saath zehen par kuchh paak khayalaat chhidak liya kijiye.
Zindagi bhi mehek jayegi aur jazbaat bhi rangeen ho jayenge.

(Sprinkle some perfume on your body and some good thoughts on your mind.
Your life will be fragrant and your sentiments colourful.)

-Zacho

COZY FALL
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October 12, 2018
 

Awaragardi ki ye aadat jo hai iss dil ko,
Badi mehengi padi

Nazron ki ye matargashti,
Badi hi muzir jaan Padi,

Khoon bahe to koi hakeem madad Kar bhi de,
Lekin unke nigaahon Ke khanjar jab gadhte hain
to alfaaz behte hain
Iss shayar ka ab kaun khwabeeda mudaava kare

(The habit of wandering around of this heart proved to be expensive for me,

The sauntering of these eyes has proven very harmful to me,

A doctor can cure bleeding but, when their gaze pierces my mind, words flow instead of blood,
Which dreamer can cure this poet that I've become now? )

--Zacho

WHITE CLOCK
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September 18, 2018
 

It was early in the morning. The city remained cosy under the blanket of clouds. I woke up from my nap and noticed she was still beside me. On the bed. Under the same blanket.
'Do you ever plan to leave?' I asked her.
She gently held my hand and said, 'I know you wouldn't let me, even if I did.'
Meet Melancholy, although intangible and visible only to me, she's my best friend. I need no narcotics or medicants. I need no human company. No sympathy. No one to listen. None of those to survive.
I have Melancholy and she's here to stay. And she grtse through this life everyday. I know I'm addicted to her. But, even if there's a cure I don't need one. For she brings me solace, tranquility and s...

BE KIND
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September 7, 2018
 

Hello world,

Just got this thought stuck in my head after a conversation I had with one of my friends.

The thought is that we are all equally annoying by default. It depends on the person you're talking to  and the situation you're in to form a judgement. So, if that's one rejects you then be aware that there's someone who will value you and respect you.

Don't belittle yourself and March on!

GREAT THINGS
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August 9, 2018
Toronto, Canada

This morning felt and looked a little different to me.
It was 8 AM, but there was no Sun shining. Instead, a soothing overcast covered the sky.
My room felt a lot warmer than it usually is.
The sheet, on the side of the bed that I never used, was wrinkled.
Time passed by slower than usual.
I heard giggles when I woke up.
There were two cups of tea instead of one on the table.
My smile was wider and brighter.
That's when I realised,
When she said, 'Thats my space'
She wasn't talking about just the couch!

- Zacho

BE KIND
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July 24, 2018
 

We had just started talking,
And I did not realise when
She became my favourite song
She became a habit,
A drug, a necessity from a luxury,
The warmth in my breath, the morning mist,
The pathway I know like the back of my hand, a cigarette at night,
My apocalypse!

-Zacho

MUSIC IS FANTASTIC
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July 21, 2018
Toronto, Canada

Ever got this thought that maybe your life is a journey in space?
That you are starry material floating around with more starry material,
Seeking to satiate your affinity for similar starry material.

Days, months, years pass in the search for this bond,
And when you come in close contact with what you're seeking,
You form bonds and let your energy entangle with that other entity.

You get involved and eventually consumed by each other to exist as a new entity - inseparable and exquisite!

-Zacho

SAY HELLO TO SUMMER
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June 5, 2018
Toronto, Canada

Moving to a new country is very much like an arranged marriage. You leave behind your mother (your home country) and settle with someone whom you don't know very well. Endless possibilities to explore with the caveat that the consequences of not liking their company can be dismal.
The thrill, that unpredictability of daily inferences bring, is worth the risk. Frequent reminders of the simple life by the mother surely makes adjusting with this new person a tad bit hard, but it also fuels curiosity. Curiosity to find out how this new person would react to your habits and hobbies. Again, by the same logic, a risk worth taking!

-Zacho

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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May 25, 2018
Toronto, Canada

A little shayari to begin the day:

Ajab hi fitrat Hai mausam ki,
Kabhi pur-aman to Kabhi tufaani,
Sukoon Hai to iss baat ka
Ki Kam se Kam uss zaalim Ki Tarah
Raaz daar to nahi ye mausam

-Zacho

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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May 13, 2018
Toronto, Canada

Whether I'm 9 or 29,

Whether I am 20 miles away from her or 20,000,

Whether it is early morning or late at night,

Whether I'm alone or with a bunch of friends,

I need her and she needs me!

Thank you mom for teaching me what love really means :)

-Zacho

CELEBRATE MOTHER'S DAY
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March 18, 2018
 

‘Let’s have it in the balcony tonight’, he said.

‘But that’s what we did last week. Think of something more interesting. How about on the floor?’, she chimed in.

‘Nah! Gives me a backache. On the kitchen slab?’, He argued.
‘On the kitchen slab!’, She agreed.

Deciding where to have dinner was a rather interesting conversation in this household!

-Zacho

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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February 11, 2018
Mississauga, Canada

Sleepless when it snows!

The thin blanket guarding these two lovers from the rather thick blanket of snow which has engulfed the town.
A little disruption in the power and a mild disturbance with the Internet connectivity.
That was the moment they felt the most connected to each other.
Disconnected from the rest of the world but so much into each other.
The short period of darkness was enough for him to find where his hands would rest for the rest of the night. Snug fit.
His hands and her curves. Made for each other 🙂

-Zacho

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
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December 5, 2017
 

An attempt at Urdu Poetry - this is dedicated to chai!

Kambakht sardiyon ne jab se Dastak di hai,
Meri ruhh bhi use gale laganay ko Tarasti hai.
Lekin wo nadaan ye nahi jaanti,
Aur anjaanon ko gale lagaye phirti hai. .

TIS THE SEASON
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October 28, 2017
 

She wanted to sit by the beach. But, not just anywhere! At a place where the waves would wave at her but, not touch her. She, however, let the breeze hug her. Just as tight as she would’ve hugged him if the waves had not taken him away.
Everyday, she used to gaze at the waves. A murderous gaze. Grave.

MAKE A DIFFERENCE DAY
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August 31, 2017
 

The Unplanned Collaboration.

In collaboration with Aparajita.

Bangalore has a funny weather. Or should I say purposeful. It makes people, usually of the opposite sex, but not necessarily come together. When I talk about people coming together, I don't mean forming alliances or political parties. I think you know what I mean!
Somewhat similar is the story of this handsome, but shy protagonist of ours. A clumsy, carefree yet charming young guy in his mid twenties, battling the boredom that his techie corporate life is. One of the ways to 'kill the boredom' is by smoking a cigarette - A sin which he religiously commits. Perhaps this is the reason for his rather lonely life. I mean he has fri...

STAY STRONG TEXAS!
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August 31, 2017
 

I wish.
I just wish.
No, not just wish, i long.
I long I was the ocean! Wild and free.
I long  I was a bird! Uncivilised but unbounded.
I long I was the mountain! Nightly yet humble.
I long I was the firefly! Carefree and amusing. I
I long I was the Sun! Regular and essential.
I long I was the breeze! Unguarded yet bold.
I long I was the fire! Warm but dangerous!
I long I was a child! Alive and carefree.
I long I was a part of nature! Stationary yet immortal.

-Zacho

STAY STRONG TEXAS!
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August 27, 2017
 

He thought of her as a shy girl, initially when they started talking. Took some effort to break the ice as well. But, once they got talking, she let him peek inside her mind through her eyes. That's when he realised that's she is super-frickin-crazy. Just the way he prefers her.
In the act, however, he got bruised because he got too close to her, physically. And mind you this dusky dove doesn't believe in peace, but vulgar display of affection. It is like playing with a flame. It starts timid and tiny, but it feeds on the air and warmth and can engulf you if you get too close. The brave-heart that he is, has decided to submit himself to her completely! Burning passion, just how he wants thin...

ORIGINAL
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May 9, 2017
 

A few ups and downs,
A few rough patches and some smooth ones,
Areas of perfection and imperfection,
The destination though - eternal bliss!
A lesson about life?
Nah! Just talking about the curve of her waist!

-Zacho

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 8, 2017
 

A few days back someone asked me if I knew what madness is. I had no answer at that time to satisfy the inquisitive mind of the person.

But, spending time with my self, I think I know the answer now. Madness is a subjective word. For some, it is the restraint which disallows them to be social everyday.
For the rest, it is the compulsion of socialising.
The latter come across as mad men and women to the former. However, vice versa is untrue.
So, the next time someone calls you mad, ponder over it and think which side you're on :)

-Zacho

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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