मेरा साया
खड़े इक दोराहे पे मैं और मेरा साया, मैं जाना चाहूँ बाएँ, वो ले गया रास्ता दायां। सुंदर था वो रास्ता जो मैं न चुन पाई, पीछे-पीछे उसके क्यों इस राह चली आई। बोला रास्ता ये जाएगा जहाँ तुझे है जाना, जल्दी तो पहुँचाएगा, भले मुश्किल है ये माना। पत्थरीली...
Cost Of Inaction
Hopes, scattered across the floor, a sink full of dreams. I want to clean up, but I don't have any energy left in me. I start each day wishing things would go differently, and spend the nights in my bed, scrolling mindlessly. I don't walk past the mirror — who...
Brave Face
You stay open when every fiber of your being screams to shut down. You know no one’s coming— no soft voice, no saving hand— and still, you let yourself drown. Going numb would be easier, but you take the next breath, even when you’re shaking. There’s nothing you cannot face—...
Letting Go
I played it in my mind a thousand times before. But what actually happened was not even remotely close. I sat there quietly but I was not in my body. I don’t know if it was really me or someone behind the first person like in a movie. Because if...
Will to Die
Everybody walks this earth with their dread tucked beneath the pillow. Smother the urge to speak— no one really wants to hear you. No. Grief? Bury it with the dead, or the living will leave you behind. They are not cruel, just self-possessed— but so are you, child. If life...
I am Feelingless
Am I feelingless? 'Cause that’s what they say— when I only listen, don’t react, just carry on with my day. When my words don’t feel warm enough, but distant… even bare— I guess to them, it must sound like I don’t even care. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am. I...
In the Pursuit of Meaning
For the longest time I sought meaning, Meaning behind my very existence. I looked through the chest of echoes unclaimed, Searched the closets of pieces untamed I even peeked through my cracks, But it was nowhere to be found I couldn’t comprehend any of it Perhaps it was intangible or...
चाँद हो इक ऊन का गोला
क्या हो अगर चाँद हो इक ऊन का गोला जिससे कोई सितारे बुनता हो टूट कर जो गिरे ज़मीन पर तो शायद वो इंसान बनता हो जुड़ा तो है इक धागे से पर क्या पता जब कोई उसे खींचे वो फिर आसमान में चमकता हो
The Bag that’s Me
Words unsaid roll down my cheek while I stand in front of the canvas. I breathe in the expectations I see, and breathe out some pieces of me. But I couldn’t let them go completely, so I collected them in a bag I carry. Over and over again, I erase...
I’m a Poem
On some days I wanna be a poem. Not an exquisite one. The one that's raw and messy, Without any rhyme or rhythm. But keeps on expanding , Just when you think you're done. On some days I wanna be a poem. To be read between my lines. Understood Even...