A Fable Of Dreams

Covered in the thread of dark colored clothes,  I could see a smile on her face!  Her make-up was minimal,  Hairstyle on point! A not so common shade of nude lipstick,  Complimented black Kohl in her eyes! ... A galaxy of intellectuals have gathered to mark her existence,  And just like others even I was stunned looking at her innocent face!  I don't know what was written in her faith,  But it would have been certainly better if I wasn't there at that place. ... Yes, Yes, I'm aware,  I've compared certainty with faith here,  but there are things that outlaws the idea of right doing or wrong doing and all we have is that particular state!  This was one of those peculiar moments;  It's not like this was my " first-time " But with her, yes it was!  She pointed at me and winked,  and signalled me to follow her.  I hesitated for...

" SpillFrames " Every time I see her, I get drenched in this ocean of love! C'mon hang on, this time I won't be writing any note on one-sided love! So you guys can take a chill pill! (At least that's the plan for now) I had tried a zillion times maybe more To get over her Slightly duped, majorly doomed Yet so carefree, I tried to match up with all the shades! Believe me Wits can be colourful at times! Finding my way through the busy streets I saw faces so pale, yet smiling And at that very moment I knew Yes, she is the one, I can't hide anymore! I forgot to tell you: " There are rumours that she had found herself a better match !" Yes , you read that right and by this time you must've realised this is one hell of a note about her and earlier, I lied! So, as I said: She has found herself a match, You'll be surprised: I'm elated! Like literally, I don't have to care about the shades anymore! Red, Yellow, Black, ...

“Broonie” On some days, I write words On others, I narrate stories! Here’s a story from The days: When I was learning to keep my head held high enough to part away from all the glories! Somewhere in the course of my journey, I met this mighty friend I don’t know what his name was But for sure he replied pretty well too – “ Broonie !” He has witnessed the unseen, explored the roads left untravelled by “ hoomans “ , hunted the huntsman pack and above all, he managed to keep his calm at the time of adversities! Somewhere in this rhythm of personification: Intentionally, I doubted his position and that’s when the ‘chacha’ passing by narrated the tales from his days of glory! No less than an armour, He wore his pride. He has seen thousands of faces passing by He has witnessed the places changing and weather of the mountains switching, He was parted from the family when he was just 5! Merely 5 days, When he was taken away Fighting street battles Learning the art of survival The...

A tale beyond odds She had too much to secure! The world is by her side The king had not too much to cry! She wished to cure people; He believed in the power of machines, Who thought one day this whole thing will turn into devil's dream! She had her reasons to believe She had experienced what's unseen He had too much to tell and She had not too much time left! That's how it started! That's how the tales roll of what is left unexplored. Mingled in the chains of what we call a dreadful end. She took her life and all we can do is to hi-five! If this isn't for her the blame is on us! I decided to give it worth a try Live my life king size! The curtains fall The medical entrance has always been a tough job. From then, he possesses too much to hide, His grief silently resides! From face to faces From human to ashes A humongous uproar Her ship sailing beyond the odds! He decided to give it a try She already bid him a " Goodbye "! ' I cannot Go On. ...

"Hindi Trials" बाँध अपने बस्ते को मैं, चल पड़ा एक अनजान राह । कुरेदने उन इतिहास के पन्नों को, जहाँ गया न अभी तक कोई इनसान। मरने को तत्पर थे ख्याल, भरनी अभी थी ख्वाबों की उड़ान- मिलने को बाकी थी वो पलकें उन गालों से : सिमटी थी जिन गालों पर आँसुओं की धार । कहने को दूर हुआ था मैं भी छोड़ अपने सपनों की छाप दूर हुए थे मुझसे कुछ अपने आओ सुनाता हूँ एक तुम्हारे पते की बात । कहने को तो सब साथ है फिर क्यों पुछता तू यह सवाल है! "भाई एक लड़की का नंबर तो दिला?" "मान जाएगी क्या वो इस बार?" कहीं दूर इस सवाल से परे उठे मेरे मन में विचार : चल पड़ा मैं उस शहर से दूर जहाँ उठे थे तेरे होने पर सवाल । मिली थी आज वो "पलकें" इन गालों से जो ताकती थी कभी यह राह , पहेली तो छिपी थी उन नीली आँखों में, बसती थी जिन आँखों में मेरी राह ! नाम में रखा है क्या साहिब, अक्सर पूछती थी मेरी किताब । नाम में रखा है क्या साहिब, अक्सर पूछती थी मेरी किताब, एक मुसकुराहट देकर कहने लगी छीड़ी थी जो यह अलफाज़ों की आग नाम ही तो "नया" है पूराने तो थ...

'Goodbye' "And as the drenched orange sphere drowned below the dark horizon, I waved at the train from my place!"  As soon as the train arrived My eyes started searching for a face. A face I've been waiting to catch a sight of from a long time. But in vain, Nothing more monotonous than the same old driver's face! Yes,نور I've been looking for you! It has been a long time since the last time, I saw you. Apparently, this summer appears to last a bit longer than I expected! Once again, as the train arrived: the common parody of your presence started to knock at my face! "Finally"-(like always) I sighed! There she comes! I waved at the driver and like always he passed me a look and took a breath of sigh! Hurriedly, I peeped through every window: But to no surprise you weren't there! Consoling myself and fooling your existence I once again said: "Not so soon, I guess. نور, you have some bigger plans. Maybe...

Once again, there is a storm hurling in my mind! What if's and maybe's please be seated I have got a notion to discuss! 'How deep are the stereotypes that 'we' conclude?' As I went far from my place I met people with different names! Faces that marked me with different conclusions, Each time they commented on my physical appearance! For every comment, they threw, I placed a tick on my list. and Guess what, Here's a saturation point for every trait! From individual existence to my well maintained long nails, From beard that is untrimmed to the printed shirts I prefer! From long verses, I usually write, To the undisputed fact that I'm still virgin; There isn't a single label left unticked! They have got corrections to everything. and Here's the latest one: You are subjected to detention from existence because you've faced severe dejection! A rejection on the grounds of several attempts made to seek what I seek, The w...

Wordsmith’s Match “ Hum Toh Sirf aashiq thee, naa Jaane kB yeh aashiqee: fitoor Mein Badal gyee!” Dearest نور‎‎ , Once again, I have started the thing you hate. Once again, I broke the vow. Sorry نور,‎‎ but it seems as if the fact of pretending who I ain’t have started to wither. The whole “ Deceptive ” thing struck back. I don’t know why but often I miss you. I miss your company. I don’t know for how long the whole “I need a break” thing will last but gradually the thoughts have started to take a toll. At times, I sit down alone staring at the moon and portray you in the creamy mass but what will I do at the night of no moon? The thoughts of not finding you beside me on that day; surely gonna kill me and it seems the process has initiated. My life has come to a stage, where ever and whenever I see you نور‎‎ with someone else, there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline that goes through my vein. What do you think, I haven’t seen you with the other guy, a few days ago? Though I...

"Kalyug baitha maar kundali, jaaun toh main kahaan jaaun, ab har ghar mein Raavana baitha, itne Ram kahaan se laaun." As a kid, whenever my dad played this song on his classic stereoset I often feared, there is this monstrous creature who will rob each one of us,if we didn't burn him. #SuperstitiousBeliefs vs #Reality - haunted for the major part of my life. Yesterday, I and 1000+ people witnessed the murder of "Warrior of Lanka". With bursting crackers and smoky sky, few drunkards started staring and teasing the girls- No the girls weren't wearing "Short Dresses"!(pun intended) Others were busy rolling O.C.B sheets and crushing marijuana in the name of "Mahadeva"- Jai Shiv Shambhu! A few frustrated bunch of people gave middle finger salute to folk artists while others recited 'shloks' for changing the song- those "maa-behen comments are common these days!" Aren't they? Among them, a group of "high" peopl...

"She was like a mirror, too fragile to handle but still helps to reflect till her last shattered piece mixes with sand dust!" Yes, you read it right. She was too fragile to handle. But she was the one who was around me during all the tough times. Maybe we belong to a different community or culture but she understood me more than the one who classifies under the same banner as 'I'. She was someone special! No, not a lover she was. She was the one who always cared the most. A kind of true friend.The one you find in a lifetime or more. Maybe she was confused with someone else but a true 'girl   friend' she is. See, I left a space between that word and I really meant that. Space I left here, ain't a stereotype but a space that is to be filled when I gonna realise that finally, I could pay her debt. The debt for being so supportive and caring towards me.A kind of best protagonist type from a happy ending Bollywood movie where good triumphs over evil....