Knowing Me...

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If I say I'm just a teenager leading a life as normal as it can get, I sort of defy what I stand for. Its not all that easy but it has its moments. I like those moments when they come along and they bring with them a significant amount of emotion, which I only began expressing in words at age 7. Since then, its all about the writing. It gets to certain people and some just don't get it! But I think that its important for me to write because that is maybe the only talent that exists in me [not denying the presence of good enough speech to win a few here and there =P] There is little I know and there is much I simply yap about but I make sure that if its really got to be said, it better be said, however in the wrong or right. I feel much. There are lot of things I plainly observe and those are sort of the things that I adore writing about. I'm inspired by minute details and small things that have a huge impact much later on. There is much more to me that most know and many have bothered not about. Not like I want them to. But I'd like to be known. And that's what I think I stand for, being known beyond what is known. =D

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


The first time I'm publishing Hindi poetry with this much abandon.

Ek raat aisi bhi ho
Jab ho bas khud se baat
Ek raat aisi bhi ho
Jab na mile chaand taaron ka saath

Ho raat aisi bhi
Jab na maange hum kisi ka haath
Ho raat aisi bhi
Jab ho na tanhaiyon se mulakaat

Na khwahishen ho dil mein
Na rukawat manzil mein
Kaash na kehna ko bas mein
Mithas na rahe ras mein

Na soch tumhari
Na Sahara tumhara
Na khoj kinare ki
Na mile raasta tumhara

Raat aisi ho agar
Khush rahenge, magar
Yeh raat beetegi kaise?
Raat beete bhi toh kaise?

Monday, July 2, 2012

Autumn Love

Times like these are oh-so rare
when precious emotions bloom
amid winds of decay and loss.
Times like these are times we share
when we'll upset the gloom
and move beyond to the pure over the dross.

Seasons can alter their course, if they will,
I'm willing to make rules bend
for this time could not be more apt
to make a beginning, in a season of ends.

There are storms ahead, guaranteed.
There are harsh breezes to shake our ground
but we shall withstand it all, I believe.
Winter's white blood shall bleed
the air shall come alive with Spring and Summer sounds,
and thus we return to our season of falling Autumn leaves.

Seasons can try to uproot us, if they wish,
But know, that I will not relent
for we'll remain strong, as we were when we
made a beginning, in a season of ends.