Come back…

Come back.Leave your mark on my lips,and mess up my hair. Mend the soul you broke, and restore my being. Then go away and never return.

अक्सर भूल जाते हैं हम फ़ज्र  के इरादे मग़रिब तक, मानो यूँ की रोज़ असर होते होते, ज़िंदगी दस्तक दे देती है।   

… 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 →

" Darkness means different things to different people. Just like Light. "

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.

Walk the streets of Alleppey, Kerala.

Walking is tiring. It is. Especially in India where the sun is harsh, air is polluted, surroundings are noisy, roads are not laid out keeping pedestrians in mind, eve-teasing and ogling is a norm and the list goes on. So the mere thought of exploring a town on foot exhausts me, that is unless the... Continue Reading →

"A whole day of darkness,at night, came forth the light. Colors, shying under the sun, now came alive."

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 →

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