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
Ma'am if you happen to read this then consider it a miracle. I saw you the other day when I was in the auto. You were in a Honda Civic the car I liked very much. Some other gentleman drove the car while you looked at something, your expressions were blank and I hate to… Continue reading Woman in a car
There is a pit, a very deep and dark pit. You are falling into it and no one knows what's at the bottom or even if there is a bottom or an end to it. Anyway, let us for now assume there is a bottom. You will now ask me what is it? Is it… Continue reading Bounce back
I don't want you to go But yet we must say Our goodbyes If we want out lives To pass,I need to let go Just because you don't Want to hold on
The nights That are dark Are also Full of secrets And pain The nights That are silent Have witnessed Cries and tears And pain The nights Aren't as silent As you think They are They are Full of secrets And happiness and pain.
I am that type of a person who generally doesn't smile,and many people have told me so.I know this is bad and it should be changed.Even a school kid passing on the street asks me "aap haste nahi ho kya?"(You don't smile?). And I also happen to focus on negative things,which results in over thinking.I… Continue reading Smiling more is good.
This is the continuation of this short poem. Raindrops start to fall from sky She looks up and smiles Choking on her breath She thanks The Almighty For it hides her tears And her ruined face. The scars didn’t hurt At least not anymore But the looks on the face Did made her heart skip a… Continue reading A day in her life (2)
Raindrops start to fall from sky She looks up and smiles Choking on her breath She thanks The Almighty For it hides her tears And her ruined face. It is weird how I get nothing for weeks and my mind stays blank and all of a sudden it all comes back like water rushing down… Continue reading A day in HER life.
She sits on a bench in the park Alone,sad with a rose in her hand Waiting for the one Who'll never come. Here is the second part of it - https://thecrookedmind.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/a-bench-in-the-park-2/