“You’ve a license to love now!” Saying this, they rushed towards me. Overwhelmed with joy, they couldn’t contain their happiness for me. I stayed calm. They’re disappointed. “Ye kaunsa pyaar hai?” (What kind of love is this?) I listened to them as well, who couldn’t help but scream at me. I screamed back with 2x decible level. They’re disappointed. At two different places, I have … Continue reading Who Is Society Anyway?
Was it a winter soiree where we met? Or did you ask for a light? How did we meet? I’m browsing through the remains of our memory In different compartments… All the time I floundered this chunk of memory I was reminded of our walks – an evening stroll On Max Mueller Marg We both walking hand-in-hand You will always have a sweaty palm, And … Continue reading United – Post 377
I type, “What do you…” and then I long press the backspace key. I stare at the blank screen and my fingers ache nervously to hit the keyboard. Hi says the Writer’s Block. A long pause, A brief sip of tea, An empty stare at the wall and then a long pause again. It seems that my stare at the wall will penetrate it somehow, … Continue reading Writer’s Block
It doesn’t feel like home; my body reeks of your love, and your body odour, it revives those winter nights we spent, naked, warm in your bed. I imitate your laugh, once a while, in office, I try to be sane & sorted but actually I’m failing to be like you, to adopt your indifference to love. I feel hurt that I exposed my emotional … Continue reading A Song With No Lyrics
हैरान होता था जब बार बार ऐसे सपने से आते थे की अमृता प्रीतम कुछ कह रहीं हैं मुझसे, मुझसे? कहाँ वो रूहानीयत की मूरत और मैं बेग़ैरत इंसान । पर अच्छे से याद है “आज वारिज शाह नूं “, “साहिर “, और “इमरोज़”। ….. लगता था की वो बगावत थी या सिर्फ रूह की आवाज़ को सुनने वाली, इक पंजाबन। पता नहीं, पर जबसे … Continue reading Amrita Pritam: Her Poems, My Life and Love
Having watched this movie a couple of months ago (I don’t know if it’s over a year) at Siri Fort Auditorium, I’m reflecting on it today. I do not know if I was triggered by something in particular but living and dying have been my favourite subjects for overthinking. So, I thought to write something about it in context to the movie. At this point, … Continue reading Mukti Bhawan: Death Has Meaning Too!
Why are you grinning? Well, there can be multiple reasons but I didn’t see this thing becoming the reason for my grin. Really, smiling is never easy these days and when I’m actually saying that, ‘I’m happy’ then you got to trust that. I’m celebrating from past nine hours.I visited this year’s #WorldBookFair previous week and bought books which I know will change me for good but … Continue reading And I’m in the ‘Middle-of-Nowhere’ and I’m Happy!
चाय का प्याला लिएगुनगुना रहे हैंइस कुदरत की भी खुसर फुसर जारी हैदेख रहा हूँ किमेरा यार आसमाँ में यूँ देखता हैकि जैसे कोई अपनीनयी दुल्हन के घूँघटके अंदर झाँक रहा हो। मैं, उसमे खोया हूं,वो आसमां में।बात नहीं कर रहे हमपर बहुत कुछ कह चुके हैं। दिक्कत तो ये हैकि यहाँ से जाने का मन नहीं हैऔर ये बात हम दोनों जानते हैं।पर जब … Continue reading चाय का प्याला और हम: एक कविता
It’s dark now when I write this.It wasn’t dark when I experienced this. However I can’t be sure what it was when I experienced it in my dreams, say mix a foggy night with a winter afternoon, I don’t know if that mixed well or not.Perhaps that’s how it was when I experienced it in real. A very calm soothing sensation, when it left me, … Continue reading Of Whores and Lovers, a Sexual Philosophization
The worst thing which can happen to you while bidding farewell to your love is when you receive a kiss. This kiss now takes you through a journey of crests & troughs of the relationship you’ve had. A kiss meant to celebrate that it was worth being together but it’s sad we couldn’t continue it further. With this kiss, you forget who you are and … Continue reading Maktub
It’s an extremely tiring day at the office. I mean the previous office, my sincere prayers for folks stuck. Now, as usual a practice with a few nocturnal animals there masquerading as creative writers, we three made it a point that we should always push the limits, test the boundaries and etc. stuff and sometimes were able to do the same. You might be wondering … Continue reading Why You Left, O Shams of Tabriz?