Jang- e- zindgi (Hindi Poetry)

Dard kya hota hai ye zaalim kya jaane, Mout kya hoti hai, ye haiwan kya jaane, Hawa main ud Gaya ghar uss parinde ka, Ghonsala kaise banaya tha, Ye tufaan kya jaane.

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Goodbye.

I don't feel comfortable in this environment. Why don't you just leave. Memories are painful though they are already obliterated with cobwebs. They are old yet painful. Every time you message me, I feel guilty. Guilty of my innocence, perhaps? Your half presence is blocking my mind like a cobweb. And this fragile mind is already... Continue Reading →

Reminiscence

And one day we'll all take off our uniform to never wear it again. And one day we'll all return to our home to never stay again in the hostel together. And one day we'll cry so much, but still we wouldn't be able to bring our golden days spent together. And one day we'll... Continue Reading →

Mind

You'll wander, And I'll bring you back every time. I'll control you. I'll tame you, so you start loving me. It's high time, already. Now I'll play games on you just the way you've been doing. You'll be the one under my spell and I'll be the one controlling you. Your old habit to wander,... Continue Reading →

Scarlet lips

Oh she seems out of sight now. Where's she gone. The life took a turn and so she too folded in, with that turn. Am I alone now? Or perhaps I'm lonely? Learn the difference. Don't you see these red eyes which were once hazel green? Or maybe, you don't want to. Anyways I must... Continue Reading →

Odd observation (Abstract poetry)

The sky seems pretty much like an upside down ocean. Enveloping numerous cries from some part below this ocean. In some part here, it envelops frivolous and joyous shrills. We are perhaps water life living in it? When I look up to see this  ocean at large, I feel a water bird. Flying without wings.... Continue Reading →

Overthinking

  We fought. I made my mind, that she is no more my friend. I decided to move on. I buried all our memories. It wasn't very easy to burry them. With a stone heart I took her as a stranger again. It was difficult though. And then suddenly, one day, I got a mail.... Continue Reading →

Living dead

Now smoking is the only thing, I can feel myself interested in. I can feel the pleasure. Pleasure of betrayal perhaps? I don't want any friend to accompany me. Now, I'm betrayed enough to get my things myself. I'm dead on my feet living this lie. My life is a lie. And my existence is... Continue Reading →

Skedaddled

Today was an exhausting day. After a hard day of converting oxygen to carbon dioxide, I seriously feel tired of everything. I want to sit free with a light music on background. I want to enjoy. And yeah, I won't able to enjoy hungry, so falafels are must. With a coke too, so I won't... Continue Reading →

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