by J.R.
Some might think this is not the case but I find it extremely hard to leave people. Also, it is extremely hard for me to deal with the fact that someone who was important is not going to be a part of my life anymore. It is one part of my life I can never… Continue reading 2022
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
Late night FM DJ voice has a certain charm about it. Here you can listen to a radio show called ‘Neelesh Mishra Show’ or to some other channel and it is something nice that you can play in the background. Listen to it actively or don’t. At times these shows would save me. In a… Continue reading Late night FM DJ voice
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
You and I had dreams. We had really big dreams and honestly I couldn't afford to dream much and now I finally realize I was wrong. Life had been difficult and it had been cruel. Anyway, I am not going to talk about my life today but about the notebook I found and what was… Continue reading The old diary
I am sitting under this big tree on a big ground. This ground surprisingly is from my school and I just happen to remember it clearly. Anyway, I am sitting there under the tree and I am all by myself. I am digging the soil with my nails and I keep doing it for a… Continue reading Grave project
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
I have a faded memory of her.We on the beach,she is walking on the sea shore,waves gently kissing her feet.I can't see her clearly as the sun shines in my eyes but I am happy because she is happy.I have tears in my eyes because this is my only memory of her,it gives me joy… Continue reading Last Memory
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 