by J.R.
This one thing bothers me. It actually bothers me a lot - it constantly nags me. Sometimes in a loud and uncomfortable way and sometimes not as loud. The whole act that he puts up and all the energy he uses to go against his very nature and does what he is not supposed to.… Continue reading What do you see?
Dil mano kiEk khandar Jaisa ho. Sukoon kiTalaash maiYe sirfPareshaaniya dhund lata hai. The heart is likeAnd empty house In search of peace,It only ends upFinding troubles. In a short life, it feels like I’ve lived for a hundred years if not a thousand. The horrors, pains, regrets, sadness, and fears form a big mound. Is… Continue reading Emptiness – Khandar – Bayabaan
The alarm blared in the kitchen again. He was sipping his now cold tea. This can’t be happening again, he took a sigh pushed his chair back, and left to check what was happening. As he turned around to go towards the main entrance he noticed it was unusually silent. It was always silent, after… Continue reading Alarm
The city sleeps The buildings go dark A cat sits on the roof It licks its paws. / The moon stares At the sleeping city An aeroplane passes by Sleeping passengers Crying children In no time / A dog howls Looking at the moon The cat stops And looks / It yawns & stretches It… Continue reading Night
I started writing here about 10 years ago - like anyone would say I also had a very different view of the world back then. I had a different life and so much was going to happen to me and I wasn’t aware - I was trying to make it through. Writing became an escape… Continue reading Reflections
Jab maine tumhe pehli baar dekhaTum beech chaurahe mainRickshaw mai thiTum apne baalon se aur duppate se ladh rahi thiMaano ki hawa tumhari dushman thiKalkatte (Kolkata) ki us sardi ki dophar mainMain toh kisi aur taraf jaa raha thaMain jis gaadi mai thaWoh tezi se dusri taraf chali gayiTum - tum shayad wahi reh gayiHawa… Continue reading Jab
You’ve dozed off and the world continues to go on. The pace of the world is a little different after midnight. The smaller cars and bikes are replaced with the load-bearing trucks that enter the city to meet its demands. The poets, students, storytellers, and troubled ones stay up. Some sit by their tables and… Continue reading Post midnight
It was the evening of a big festival and I was out in the market alone. As luck would have it I was there a day before and the market was bustling with people but now it was silent and deserted. A couple of roadside stall vendors were still trying to sell something but I… Continue reading The bench
You talked of the early wintersMaybe in all the excitementYou forgot that it was still too earlyWinters would be delayedLike they always are The city would changeA cloud of thick smogWill eat it upStalls of roasted peanutsAnd rewdi will pop up You do love wintersAnd I agreeThere is some charmIn wintersDespite them beingA little depressive… Continue reading Early winter
Main zindagi is kashma-kash main to kaafi waqt se raha. Shayad kuch aur cheez mai masroofiyat hoti toh behtar hota. Har raat hum kashma-kash mai hote hai aur raat guzar jaati hai, ek raat aisi aaegi ki raat kashmakash main hogi aur hum guzar jaenge.- unknown Zindagi ke kuch pichle 10 saal bade ajeeb guzre.… Continue reading Kashmakash
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 