… wasted wishes

I will no longer close my eyes when asking for wishes. Why? My mind is conditioned to be calm as soon as my top lash meets the bottom lash. This downward motion of my eyelid puts me in a state of meditative calmness where wishes no longer exist. On the other side of my closed... Continue Reading →

I could be a lighthouse keeper.

Once a beacon of light, now a tourist spot.No, not the temple.  The lighthouse that once showed harbour to ships on stormy nights.  Now it beckons land travellers and photographers like me who look for stillness in the backdrop of tides.  I could be a lighthouse keeper. I could trim the wicks.  I too, do... Continue Reading →

Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning. I say without missing a beat. What do mornings have, that evenings don't? Potential.

ज़िंदगी तो तब भी होती…

ख़ुद पे यक़ीन था उस पंछी को, दिल का भी पक्का था।  फिर भी अक्सर, अपनी परछाईं पानी में देखता,तो सोचता कि ये पंख और बड़े होते तो कितना अच्छा होता।फिर ख़ुद ही को समझाता, कि पंख होते ही ना, ज़िंदगी तो तब भी होती।  मायूस हो जाता था ख़ुद से कभी कभी, कुछ ना करता, कई दिन तक उड़ान... Continue Reading →

You.

I do not see you when I close my eyes, I see a darkness which is you. I do not see your face when I open my eyes, but you are the reason I open them. You are not my first thought in the morning, nor my last before I sleep. You are in every... Continue Reading →

Alone.

Alone - what a melancholic word. You want soiree, klatsch for your kaffee - the more the merrier. You dress your part, the shinier the better; you spritz your choice scent, smear the red lipstick, let your tresses loose or up in a do. It’s a promising evening, but mascara should be waterproof. You never... Continue Reading →

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