A poem about recent mayhem.
…it needs to be described,
to be remembered..
बारिश को हरे पत्तों से टपकते देखना
तकियों के बीच किताब के पन्नों में खो जाना..
तो बढ़ाओ हाथ थोड़ा वो भी बढ़ाएगा
बीच में मिल जाएंगे दोनों
I used to think that the things I think are the things most people think but when I got thinking I realised that the things I think , not many have thunk, not many do and not many will So I thought I must do something about the things I think. And I sat myself […]Read more "Things"
There are some trains that I’d rather miss, Not for the lack of enthusiasm, of the destination; or the journey, but for the abundant equanimity, the present sometimes brings. There are some trains that I’d rather miss For that one more homecooked meal, for that one more day with my beloved, for that one more […]Read more "Trains I’d rather miss"
बातें हवा में घुल कर कानों में पड़ी
हंसी जैसे होठों से छूटते ही धुन बानी …