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Friday, 13 January 2023
Love
Sunday, 13 February 2022
Love
What is love?
Everything is beautiful when we love
Beauty is ephemeral.
Do people with no sight know not
what is beauty?
We lose our loved ones.
You cannot imagine your life
without the granny, who is your personal storyteller.
The brother, who is your cheerleader.
The father, who is your best friend.
All the indispensable relations
from whom you've borrowed bits
to become who you are today.
Or, the youth that bestows your arrogance.
This list does not end.
Is everything beautiful
because it does not last?
Do we value what we love most,
Or, do we value something
because we cannot hold on to it?
I cannot talk about loving you
without all other kinds of love
Because you taught me
that to love is to accept everyone
the way they are.
I am very miserly with love!
And, you have so much to give!
I would not have known true love
if not for you.
I am not saying you are
one of a kind.
But your kind is rare.
And I am the luckiest
to have found you first.
Saturday, 25 April 2020
A Day.
chirping to the music of winds,
somewhere far away
on a broken window frame
of an old abandoned home
narrating fables of love and trivialities,
to a forgotten universe
where a little portion of the sun
is just enough to dry your tears,
turns into a dream at night
in the same way day breaks,
in forever and repeated mundanity
that doesn't seem to bother you.
The woods whisper lullabies
that blends into your mood in the morn.
While the silhouettes of loneliness
are embraced by dark night,
and comforted by the stars' presence,
little did you think about
the grass that that missed the Lilly blooms.
Friday, 3 April 2020
My haikus.
Let songs and stories
take you to the place
where you'd like to go.
Aisi kya majburi hai?
Jo aap khush rehne se
mana kar rahe ho?
Thursday, 2 April 2020
Home
A particular taste, a scent,
or the untainted laughter
of some neighbourhood kids?
For me,
Home is a long chat
with an old friend,
cycling along a zigzag lane,
getting soaked in the spring rain.
When losing to your siblings
at a little game of 'kori'
was the biggest conceivable defeat.
when the rule that mattered
was to remain happy,
and stories by grandma
would lull you into the night.
Did you find your home yet?
Or are you still looking for it?
Among the sepia tinted photographs,
the marble collection that
you could never let go of.
Look inside of you,
shatter one at a time,
the axioms of being adult.
Think like a child,
Maybe you'll find your home.