by J.R.
Some old photographsMemories,smiles anda few tears Few years laterI dream of a lifeA courageous onedoomed to remain only a dream The ever increasingdistance reminds meof the past.A glorious pastfull oflaughtertraveland joy My imaginationmakes me wonderof all thatcould have happenedif things were fine I'd make youteain the morning andin the noon andat night It was simple… Continue reading Memories
hawao nerukh badalliya thadecember thasard hawaeinkamre mainzara sijheeriyon seandar aaneka raastadhoond leti thithande jismoki rooh kaanpe lagtidur durkoi umeed nahisirf mayusidekhte dekhteye december sefurvary (february)aagaya aur saathtez dhoopaur naye phool le aayasadak paar ek nanga pedab laal rang kephool pehna thasaath hi uskehare pattedhoop mainchamakne lageneeche khadi puraanisafed gaadiki chhat (top) nebhi ab rangbadal liyadhool… Continue reading Mausam
a life that could have beeni'd wake up and look at youthe sun falling on your faceyou not wantingto get up i'd nudge youand say thatwe have so much to dobut you'd be likecan we not? and it won't matteras long aswe were together wishes
at timesat nightI lie awakelooking at the ceiling carefully listeningto the sounds of thepassing cars on some nightsI’d find youlurking in to my lifeand all the effortsI made to forget go to waste-Efforts In my handwriting
your heart and mine was different like poles like north and south we were intense and raw the fire burned bright like the Icarus we flew too close to the sun and burn ourselves out the awkward/weird photographs found their place in our phones and cameras and they burned in my mind i see the… Continue reading Memories
Main woh sab hoonMain kissa hoonMain adhoori kahani hoonMain ek yaad hoonMain ek parchai hoonMain kuch bhi nahi hoon Main woh sab hoonJo ho na saakaMain ek waadaa hoonMain ek baat hoonEk adhoori baat hoon Main ek adha likha panna hoonMain aadhi botal roshnai hoonMain ek yaad hoonEk parchai hoonMain kuch bhi toh nahi hoon… Continue reading Main (Hindi)
The words turn in to black splattered inkThe jar is now fullIt overflowsA sound of a famous songStarts playing in my mindA popcorn sellerI fiddle my pockets for some moneyA five rupee coinI buy the popcornMy feet hurtIn the skimpy chappals, I am wearing The news makes me nauseousIt adds to the miseryIt paints the… Continue reading Overflow
A flag on the top floorA pigeon in the small opening of a wallAnd an absence The newspaper on the tableAn open windowAnd an uncapped pen A cup with stainsCoffee that is dryAnd a lampAnd an absence A single bedWrinkled sheetsA pillow on the floorAnd an absence An ashtray on the corner tableUnlit cigaratteAnd an… Continue reading Absence
Part 1: Six feet down A grave a sound A crying woman A mother maybe? Or a wife? Who else would grieve At this time? Who would remember This unmarked grave? Part 2: Wind blows with a hint of raindrops Enough to let you feel the water Leaves move away The veil has been lifted… Continue reading The end
Itvaar ki woh dopharAur bimaari ka doosra dinMain thande sofe par Fhir bhi baitha rahaAakhir tum bhi poochoge kyun? Kyunki mujh main Himmat baaki nahi thiAndar kamre mai Jaakar letne kiDobara fhir sone ki Bahar dhoop jaa chuki thiSardi ki dhoop Rahegi bhi kab tak? Television chal raha thaJise main Idiot box kahun bhi Toh… Continue reading Itvaar ki woh dophar
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 