Aspiration/Asphyxiation
You carry your dreams on your shoulders in a cocoon, until it breaks to unleash a beautiful butterfly. Sometimes it doesn’t, and you become a pallbearer to your dead cocoon.
Tag: poetry
Beacon Of Hope
Flickering the bay
Shocking my core
Under the hoax of biblical lies
Sounding like a haunting lullabay
I shush my senses
With light and hope
Aman
Gita aur kuran me kaha kuch alag bataya hai
Dono ne sirf aur sirf hume aman hi toa sikhaya hai
खुली किताब – An Open Book
पन्नों के मोड़े हुए कोनों में फंसे दिल का ख़ाब हूँ //
गुफ़्तगू से चुराए आँसुओं का सैलाब हूँ… //
साथ रची तुम्हारी कविता हूँ…
वो कहती है – मैं खुली किताब हूँ।
Estuaries
He waits,
As she gushes;
With all of everything,
All of naught.
A promise made in the heavens;
He waits
Jekyll & Hyde
As the night discloses your old friend again
And you don’t go through battle-cries, to pick sane.
