by J.R.
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
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
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
On that particular morning, I woke up thinking that today is the day. Just a very random thought and as I type this I wonder did I really say that? Anyway, I made some breakfast which is an achievement. Isn't it? Then a voice started taking over and told me to stay put. Getting stronger… Continue reading Citylights
Then the blood rushed to my nose and it felt weird. You remember right? I have a few issues with my nose or you forgot? I remember sometimes looking at my friends in a restaurant or in a shop when they would smoke. Cigarettes after cigarettes and I would wonder how lucky and stupid they were… Continue reading A cigarette and a nose
I had stopped planning any trips post-2013. After getting free from my duties I checked in to a hostel and then went around the grand city. I found myself at the entrance of The Taj, Mumbai. The difference was that I stood across the road. I looked at the majestic Arabian sea for quite some time, a… Continue reading Bombay Part 1
I noticed the fluttering pages of the diary on the table. It revealed several pages I had written to you over a certain period of time. I had tried to make sense and put it out there on the papers that were once blank. And then this thought crossed my mind that my letters, notes,… Continue reading Pages
The television was on, the table empty and light in the corner lit the room poorly. He sat there staring outside the window. There is nothing but complete darkness outside yet he stares, there has to be something out there. A few days ago he heard a cat crying at night, went to see but… Continue reading On the other side of the window
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
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 