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

Sunday, March 16, 2014



Do you think if you didn’t know
that a border lay in between
that you could tell apart
these grass green fields?
What’s theirs and what’s ours?
Which is this side, and which is that?
Pat came the reply, no.
And I don’t think I should want to.
We were one once,
and I think just that knowledge,
for now, should do.


They gather in hoards,
everyday. Come hail or heat.
They smile and take their seats.
Men and women apart,
resting in one giant beating heart.
Their hands move to the beat
of the drums and of
the impending retreat.
they go back in memory
and shriek in agony,


It’s there. It’s right there.
I could almost step over
and be a part of them.
All these years, it has fascinated
my brain, and I,
have only thought of going there
but it’s only now that I
have come close enough.
Why don’t you, she asks.
These lines were made by us
no one wanted it, yet
everyone chose to live it through.
We were one once,
but for now,
this reality will have to do.


They chant away to dispel the threat
they chant away, unified breath.
They know what they think.
They know how they feel
but do they know what they do?
another war seems overdue.
The other side is silent
and with each passing minute
Their wishes turn violent.


The ceremony of it all – pristine
and a voice rises
I feel a pang of pride
and I stifle the pain
there was a loss then
and maybe tomorrow
will show some gains.
I can’t see a thing, she says.
She blames it on the height.
We were one nation once,
and now, in ceremony we fight.
She still has no clue.
This oblivion, for now,
will have to do.


The wild dance contrasted
with calm and composure.
The pomp and show undercut
by silent spectators.
while they jumped and shouted
and slogans they cried,
the ones stuck in the middle,
if only for the while,
knew that the two sides
were one whole once
but in that fanfare, they know,
they couldn’t reconcile
even if they tried.
They and I return,
slightly shaken, mostly subdued
that land is another, far off one,
and for now, this truth
will just have to do.

Thursday, March 6, 2014


Straight jacketed by memories,
I feel frozen;
Held in time like a culprit
Guilty as charged -
Awaiting judgement.

There crawls a familiar friend.
Scuttling across the sands,
each grain jarring
Against those iron pincers that
Wrench my heart from its cavity.
I feel dislocated
I hear a distant crunch
I see promises bleed out
I smell the rotting wilt rose
I taste failure
I taste heartbreak.

But it was a good run at the wall
My thoughts haemorrhage
And all I feel are tears
Swallowed whole by empty sobs
But it was indeed
a good run at the wall
I felt a brick move.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Dedicated to friendship, to love, to life.

Yaaro se saji mehfil mein
Dilbar ki kami mehsus nahin hoti.
Chand lamho ke jashn-e-bahaar bhi
Juloos se kam nahin hoti.
Kami reh jaati hai toh bas waqt ki,
Zindagi sametne ki chaah nahin mit-ti.
Baatein ankahee si jo thi kabhi,
Woh faaslo mein bhi mehfuz nahin hoti.

Kisi roz bichhde jab yeh yaar,
Afsos toh hoga humein khoob sahi,
Un mehfilon ki taadat zameen bhale chhu le
Uss jashn-e-ishq ka junoon mit-ta nahin.
Zamaana yaad rakhega
Yeh nashemand sohbaten bemausami,
Sukoon mein kisi din laut jayenge hum wahaan
Jahaan masoomiyat sawaali nahin hoti.


Bune the kayi khwaab jo
Lehero ki gasht mein jhool gaye.

Jalaayi mashaalein armaano ki,
Waqt ki dhund mein jo bujh gayi.

Baandhe ummedo ke pul kabhi,
Kismato ke bojh se jo toot gaye.

Beej boye the rishton ke jahaan,
Woh manzar bhi humse rooth gaye.

Kuch  kahaaniyaan suni thi,
Ansuni si jo ab ho chali,
Shuruwaato ke kadam bhi
Haalaato ke aage jhuk gaye.

Socha, haalaat sawaar lenge inn bachkaane haatho se.
Haath toh baalo ke atkano mein hi ruk gaye.