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
jab hum baat nahi karte toh main kho jaana pasand karta hun aksar nikal jaata hun khali sadko par kuch dhundne aur aksar hi khali haath wapis bhi aajata hun der raat ko pata hai tumhe radio par alag kisam ke shows aate hai ab aadat si hogayi hai mujhko unko sunne ki woh dhun… Continue reading Jab | When
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
Is raat ke Andhere main Aao tum kabhi Chand ki roshni Ke neeche Saath baithkar Baat karenge Chai ke piyale Ki tarah sab Bikher denge Woh chupe raaz Aur saare darr Is raat ke Andhere main Aao tum kabhi
woh puraani si kitaab tumhara intezaar karti hai us diary jisme tumne do saal pehle likha tha uske kaafi panne abhi bhi khali hai pukaar ti hai woh galiyaan tujhe jimne tune apni zindagi guzari woh puaarna makaaan woh chacha ki toffee ki dukaan aaj bhi wahi hai chacha ki umar hogayi hai ab lekin… Continue reading Woh Bachpan
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 