The words turn in to black splattered inkThe jar is now fullIt overflowsA sound of a famous songStarts playing in my mindA popcorn sellerI fiddle my pockets for some moneyA five rupee coinI buy the popcornMy feet hurtIn the skimpy chappals, I am wearing The news makes me nauseousIt adds to the miseryIt paints the… Continue reading Overflow
A flag on the top floorA pigeon in the small opening of a wallAnd an absence The newspaper on the tableAn open windowAnd an uncapped pen A cup with stainsCoffee that is dryAnd a lampAnd an absence A single bedWrinkled sheetsA pillow on the floorAnd an absence An ashtray on the corner tableUnlit cigaratteAnd an… Continue reading Absence
The last 50 pages A hot summer night And a thought of you. -Jafar Rehman P.S. 'You' here can be food.
Before he heads to the bed He pulls out a box And pops up a pill And finally sleeps - Jafar Rehman
There was a man Standing outside a shop Under the streetlight He had a cigarette in his hand Which he puffed every other second The smoke mixed well With the fog And the cold night Gave it a more mysterious feeling He didn't hurry with his cigarette It seems he enjoyed it After a while… Continue reading The man
There she was standing Alone under the bridge She was crying maybe But I wasn't sure I wanted to go and Ask her if she was alright But I didn't want to scare her Because it was a dark night So I stood there for sometime, Silently observing her From a safe distance She wiped… Continue reading Under the bridge
If I was to write down All I had in my mind. You'd think So differently of me And not love me or hate me Like you do now. And everything would be different You and me,both. Hello,my dear readers. There is so much to say but I lack the words. Life is one thing… Continue reading Things of mind.
She was the wind Moved at her own will.
Just when you think You are having a hard time Life proves you wrong. And now it's a fight.