It started out with a liner black, a long long time back. When I was just a teenager, a fledgling but all too eager. This bottle is all I need, I said. It lines my eyes and even adorns my forehead. When I was a twenty something, a working girl with air beneath her wing. …
ज़िंदगी की गलियों में अकेले घूमते हम ज़ेहन में उठते सवालों का जवाब ढूंडते हम सँग चलते हैं इतनों के फिर भी तन्हा ही रेहते हम खुशी के पल आते हैं और चले जाते हैं फुलझडी सी रौशनी कर के दोबारा अंधेरा छोड जाते हैं कयूँ नही रोज़ रोज़ रहता वो खुशी वाला समाँ …
Now why does Anks disappear every year around her birthday??? Good question na, last year, I disappeared for a vacation on the day of my b’day (Not the best decision coz I really missed all the calls and sms that my friends sent me) Thankfully the vacation was fun, so that kinda made up for …
O its just one of those days, When a lousy mood arrives and on it stays… Whatever you do there are hajaar delays, Hitches galore, solution slip aways! It’s almost as if on a mountain top, A heavy heavy load I have lugged… You got it right if you think right now, I am very …
सभी चाहते हैं मेरा एक हिस्सा उनके लिये, में कब पाऊँ कुछ अपने लिये जीवन है मेरा, किंतु महत्व किसी और का विचार हैं मेरे, परंतु आचार किसी और सा तस्वीर बनाना चाहूँ तो मन के रंग न भर पाऊँ गीत गाना चाहूँ, तो अपनी धुन न रच पाऊँ कैद हूँ मैं, जैसे एक अदृश्य …
छोटे छोटे टुकडों में बँटा हुआ है,ऐसा लगता है जैसे कटा हुआ है,लंबी लंबी ईमारतों के बीच में,एक मुट्ठी आसमान ही मिला हुआ है। ऊँची उडान भरते देखा नहीं,सदियों से किसी पंछी को,बस पार करते देखा है,एक छोर से दूसरे तक,अपने आसमान के टुकडे को। बादलों का काफिला भी,निकलता है थक थक के,मेरे टुकडे में …
Jaane kyon man vichalit hai,Kyon vicharon ka ufan aata hai,Jab shant hai vatavaran saara,Toh kyon man mein tufan aata hai? Ek ladi si lag jaati hai khayaalon ki,Jinka na aapas mein naata hai,Samajhne ka karoon kitna bhi prayaas,Kintu samajh mein kuch na aata hai. Mrigtrishna si tadap hai ab,Yeh baat kyonki jaanti hoon,Who saare uttar …
An update is due, I know…. theres been a lot of work and planning of a short vacation going on… Hence the delay. A lot of ideas and posts are buzzing in my head and I’ll put them up as soon as I’ve written them out. In the meantime, here is a small year ending …
I saw this picture on Akshaya’s blog and absolutely fell in love with it. This little verse is inspired from the picture… Its the crimson evening calm And she holds the sun in her palm… Up in the hills its evening too soon The glowing red ball will change to a silky moon But there’s …
I have this thing for silly little rhymes, specially the ones I compose! 🙂 If you can’t understand what i’m talking about, read this…. or better still, sing it to the tune of ‘My favourite things’ the famous song from Sounds of music. Flambe that dances on brown roasted chicken, Curries that that bubble when …