by Jafar Rehman
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
hawao nerukh badalliya thadecember thasard hawaeinkamre mainzara sijheeriyon seandar aaneka raastadhoond leti thithande jismoki rooh kaanpe lagtidur durkoi umeed nahisirf mayusidekhte dekhteye december sefurvary (february)aagaya aur saathtez dhoopaur naye phool le aayasadak paar ek nanga pedab laal rang kephool pehna thasaath hi uskehare pattedhoop mainchamakne lageneeche khadi puraanisafed gaadiki chhat (top) nebhi ab rangbadal liyadhool… Continue reading Mausam
a life that could have beeni'd wake up and look at youthe sun falling on your faceyou not wantingto get up i'd nudge youand say thatwe have so much to dobut you'd be likecan we not? and it won't matteras long aswe were together wishes
The skin of my hand is peeling off but it doesn't hurt anymore. I remember keeping my hand under running water for a long time and I was staring at the window above the sink. This burn reminded me of my early years. I would be on the bike with my brothers and my foot… Continue reading Rain
at timesat nightI lie awakelooking at the ceiling carefully listeningto the sounds of thepassing cars on some nightsI’d find youlurking in to my lifeand all the effortsI made to forget go to waste-Efforts In my handwriting
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 