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 … Continue reading The Old Bookshop
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 … Continue reading Is everything okay?
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 … Continue reading Lost
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 … Continue reading Corners
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 … Continue reading Cryptic Poems
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 … Continue reading A question Without Question mark
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 … Continue reading Child Sexual Abuse
One more from Aamani, Late night musing.
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
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 … Continue reading Lost not lost
One from Aamani's collection.
madness is not about jumping from the window
In the showering evening with the misty clouds in the sky sitting on the window observing the drops hitting the ground, the dripping sound. those water beads on the lily leaves. sipping a hot cup of coffee and traveling back into the past Thinking and analyzing events, like a paper boat sailing on … Continue reading Misty clouds in the sky
Night is at the peak Stars have started their sweet nothing,...
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 … Continue reading Under the windshade Of memory lane
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 … Continue reading Stop only when you get success!
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 … Continue reading That book
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 … Continue reading Around the books
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। … Continue reading नकाब
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 … Continue reading Shadow of The Moon
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. … Continue reading Window of your heart