I jotted down your name
on one side of paper
and mine on the other.
As I tried to bend the paper
so we could be together,
it turned to steel.
~ this is our fate
I jotted down your name
on one side of paper
and mine on the other.
As I tried to bend the paper
so we could be together,
it turned to steel.
~ this is our fate
Tired
Drained out
I finally collapse
into your arms.
A home after a voyage
is all one needs.
Dear Life
Destiny has thrown
some cards at my side too.
I may lose
but I will play along
and leave the table
with a smile.

Sometimes we have to fight for ourselves
Sometimes we have to fight with ourselves

रंजिशे तो बहुत करते हो तुम
मुझे सलीखे सीखाने की
जाओ पहले तालीम तो लेकर आओ
मुझसे दुश्मनी निभाने की
इतना बुरा हूँ कि खुद की
संगति में ही बिगड़ रहा हूँ
I am on an onerous path
and barefoot.
So stop throwing sharp pebbles
from your blabbering tongue.
~life of a struggling artist
I left them open
so that they could
have a little gossip with air,
kiss the sunlight and
get themselves soaked
in friendship of water.
I covered them with bandages
and allowed no one to come near
as if protecting my newborns.
checking every now and then.
desolated them from everything.
My wounds are so deep
that I am confused
whether to leave them open
or cover them
so that
they can heal faster.
~ should i tell everyone or stay mum about what am i going through?