on a beach...

i trace my thought laden finger across the sands...

etching a rhyme deep within myself...

knowing that in moments,
the waves shall wash these words away...

and yet content knowing that this song shall never fade...

no offence to the mahatma..

i was an ardent believer in the doctrine of non-violence...


and then one day i traveled by a mumbai local train...

i wonder which part of waiting is the most difficult.... 

the part where you wait for 'somebody' yet to arrive.... 

or the part where 'somebody' departs after meeting you and you wait until they walk away.... 

until the last speck disappears.... 

यूँ तोह आदत ही थी...

की वोह हमारी महफिल अक्सर आधे मैं छोड़ जाते...

पर आज दर्द इस बात का हुआ के...

उन्हें रोकने का हक शायद हमारा न रहा... ।