By |March 21st, 2017|

“Your coffee, it’s getting cold”, she said.
“I know”
“It’s being an hour since you are here but you haven’t written one word”, she asserted.
There is nothing to write about. “Why are you even here”, he questioned.
You know that. Don’t you?
I don’t want you here.
“Look at that” she points to the black bright sky. “See the moon. […]

The Wicked Spring

By |March 21st, 2017|

In the middle of a chilly spring night

He sat on a table and penned down the tale

Of a girl displeased with this season

Of blooming roses and ringing bells


Spring came with promises of intimacy

And showed her dreams full of tenderness

But Spring was wicked and despaired her every year

For those ringing bells were naught but noises


And the […]


By |March 21st, 2017|

I had been calm and composed, and took care not to tear up. Santu hates crying.So I had controlled myself till the last goodbye,and then I turned.That sight of my son waving goodbye at me, captured. There were people all around me;running all around, restless, and yet all those sounds didn’t register. I felt, all […]

Why I write?

By |March 21st, 2017|

My mind is full. I cannot memorise new things. New names, new people, old people , old
names, everything, anything. I have lost my brain power. Lectures, art, books, whatever I
have seen, whatever I have read. I can’t comprehend anything new. I feel fucking stupid.
Where did I lose my old self? He was the best. He […]

ये यादें

By |March 21st, 2017|

chandani rat thi,khila aasman tha

sard hawa ke jhokhe ne phir teri yad dila di..

bhul chuka tha jis mahobat ko,

aaj phir umar kar bahar aane lage…

jo junun ja chuka tha tere janne se,

phir uski or hat badne lage,

teri chehare ko hum pir se,

kore-kagj par pirone lage…

janta hu tu na ayegi pir se,

na thamegi hat mera phir […]


By |March 20th, 2017|

हर दिन सवेरा होता है ,फिर होती अंधियारी रात .

कभी चलती चंचल बसंत ,कभी फैलता शीत प्रपात.

कभी बरसाता सूरज अंगारे, कभी होती झमाझम बरसात .

अर्ध नग्न सब झेल जाऊंगा ,बस हटा दो परीक्षा का पड़ाव .

इम्तेहान से पहले जीवन चर्या बदलता हूँ .

पाप से भरे घड़े बून्द बून्द खाली करता हूँ .

काश मैं पहले पढ़ […]


By |March 20th, 2017|

There is a story about a man who sold hot dogs by the roadside. He was illiterate, so he

never read newspapers . He was hard of hearing, so he never listened to the radio. His

eyes were weak, so he never watched television. But enthusiastically, he sold lots of hot

dogs. His sales and profit went up. […]