The Old Bookshop

As I walk into the old bookshop I travel to the past like in a time machine, I see the old yellowish pages not aromatic like the new ones some folded , some covered well. Each book that I hold, tries to tell me a story or maybe many , stories they have witnessed around …

Let it be light

Don't hold too tight and stretch it it will break down. Let it be light lose, and dangling if it belongs to you it will be there no matter what If not then you will be free. So let it be lose and dangling like carefree wind around the tree.  

Is everything okay?

Tonight I got up be 0300 Thinking of whom I can hug and cry When I am lost Who will be my side When I am in the darkest time. Tonight, I am afraid, Afraid of the consequences of being lost Afraid of being so isolated Afraid of being alone. My hands are shaking Heart …

Lost

Sitting alone Checking your phone Expecting some one Anyone will get to you But there was no call There was no blink of message Then you are lost. Lost as you need one to heal you Or to hold you Or to share what you can't hold more And that's the time when you are …

Corners

The crackers and those light Brilliantly shining sky. The festive aroma outside The smile, the charm Around the harp Everything is so lively But inside the room Corners are dead sitting In deep silence Ignoring fire and crackers Ignoring the loud music The giggle and the humming . Trying to focus, Focus on the other …

Cryptic Poems

My words are cryptically woven in poem. With or without rhyme The one who know Can crack The one who pretent Can make own version of story The one who don't Can find hard to summary. But The one who wrote find it's relatively Depend on time What the hidden message is In my cryptically …

A question Without Question mark

It was not typo not a grammatical mistake. It was not an attempt to offense neither a choice of suspense. It was not because I was hurrying. It was not because I was drunk. Then? Might be because I assumed This will always be a question a known one for someone, I ask frequently the same one. A …

Child Sexual Abuse

Every time when a child got abused, a childhood got murdered. Childhood which we all cherish but they will hate it. Every time when a child got abused, a dream got killed. Now (S)he is feeling guilt to jump from the cliff. Every time when a child got abused, confidence get down We lost beautiful …

Ke tum kaun ho?

One more from Aamani, Late night musing.

Intersecting lines

I am the night and you the day I am that parallel line to the tangent(you). I am the thought of lazy mind(you), We are together But not close to being together Like circle and secant And those lucky intersecting lines. ©Pooja Mehta

Lost not lost

One day, Moon started searching for light And river for the water So that the flower for the fragnence And the butterflies for the color. Running here and there Flying everywhere Asking everyone They got tired. And one day Butterfly in the bank of the river Sitting on the budding flower noticed the moon in …

On paper With Pencil#1

Sometime when you are vulnerable And nothing can cure you Everything is messed up You will meet your talent To express or to relax. I use to paint but last one and half year left me without color and paper. Here I am starting again.

एक और सपने की मौत

One from Aamani's collection.

Night from the window

Night is at the peak Stars have started their sweet nothing,...

Under the windshade Of memory lane

Under the windshade  Of memory lane, Some of yours memory is waiting Waiting for rain to come, To revive all again That can't be possible In city consiousness. Each single drop falling On the windshade Are winding the beads  Of yours  memories And replaying  All again in front of the  Close eyes screen As if …

Stop only when you get success!

Did you stopped walking when you fell down after your first step? Did you stopped writing When it was hard to write B, after learning A? Or did you just stopped speaking When your pronunciation for Zebra was wrong? No, you have never stopped, Doesn’t matter how many times you fell down, How many days …

That book

I wish  I could be  That book of yours  Who is always with you When you are free or busy, When you are excited or low. I wish I could be that book  Who is with you  Without the matter of circumstances. And  You read and hold for long hours  And that book you  dream …

Around the books

That match on tinder, And arrival of my book on that day Was just coincidence. That description of myself And your line  that you too are in the same zone, Talking about books we were reading And your book recommendations for me. And then, All was started with two books One was mine and others …

नकाब

कभी अच्छाई की तो कभी किसी के बेहद करीब होने का नकाब ओढ़ लेते हैं कभी मदद करने का तो कभी हमदर्द बनने का अच्छा ढ़ोग कर लेते हैं हम, हम इतने नकाब बदलते हैं कि अपनी असलीयत हीं भूल गये कभी कभी तो खुद़ को ढुंढते फिरते हैं पर मिल नहीं पाता अपना अस्तित्व। …

Shadow of The Moon

Every evening when the stars comes And Moon down to this river River feels complete with Moon Yaa, just with the shadow of Moon And When the Night knocks Her all reminisce flash back And she  enjoy all again with the shadow of Moon She smile and feel their love, The joy and the pain …

Window of your heart

Your voice, your eyes Your smile and your blush The window of your heart Reveled all secrets that you hide What your heart want to express They are the window of your heart It is something what you couldn't  hide As your smile and your blush Your eyes and and your voice Reveal all secrets. …