by Jafar Rehman
You’ve dozed off and the world continues to go on. The pace of the world is a little different after midnight. The smaller cars and bikes are replaced with the load-bearing trucks that enter the city to meet its demands. The poets, students, storytellers, and troubled ones stay up. Some sit by their tables and… Continue reading Post midnight
You talked of the early wintersMaybe in all the excitementYou forgot that it was still too earlyWinters would be delayedLike they always are The city would changeA cloud of thick smogWill eat it upStalls of roasted peanutsAnd rewdi will pop up You do love wintersAnd I agreeThere is some charmIn wintersDespite them beingA little depressive… Continue reading Early winter
Main zindagi is kashma-kash main to kaafi waqt se raha. Shayad kuch aur cheez mai masroofiyat hoti toh behtar hota. Har raat hum kashma-kash mai hote hai aur raat guzar jaati hai, ek raat aisi aaegi ki raat kashmakash main hogi aur hum guzar jaenge.- unknown Zindagi ke kuch pichle 10 saal bade ajeeb guzre.… Continue reading Kashmakash
Some might think this is not the case but I find it extremely hard to leave people. Also, it is extremely hard for me to deal with the fact that someone who was important is not going to be a part of my life anymore. It is one part of my life I can never… Continue reading 2022
I do not know who I am. I really am drawing a blank right now. The whole world seems to be fading away and I feel like I'm shutting down. The systems are failing and it is time to just give up, hibernate, cease all activity. And then the other part nudges and asks what… Continue reading Life and books and poetry
With over 550 blogs published in the last 6 years (this blog will be 7 years old in this July) I've been terrible at updating this site in the recent times. The last post was four months ago which is a long-long time. Anyway, I want to say I've had a writer's block but let… Continue reading Close to 7 years
You know how life becomes? You find yourself living on the weekends (if you can call it living), your life is now all about Monday to Friday. There are books on the shelf waiting to be read and the ink in the pen dries. The pages of the diary turn yellow and the receipts of… Continue reading The blank weight receipt
The note says: Together or NotYou'll alwaysbe theMost loved!! and it talks about me clearing my attic after 15 years and finding this page. And the fact that how I'll remember a certain moment. If I were to be honest with you — I've cleaned my drawer where these notes rest a few times this… Continue reading Notes
Some old photographsMemories,smiles anda few tears Few years laterI dream of a lifeA courageous onedoomed to remain only a dream The ever increasingdistance reminds meof the past.A glorious pastfull oflaughtertraveland joy My imaginationmakes me wonderof all thatcould have happenedif things were fine I'd make youteain the morning andin the noon andat night It was simple… Continue reading Memories
Late night FM DJ voice has a certain charm about it. Here you can listen to a radio show called ‘Neelesh Mishra Show’ or to some other channel and it is something nice that you can play in the background. Listen to it actively or don’t. At times these shows would save me. In a… Continue reading Late night FM DJ voice
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 