" जो ज़ुल्म देखे है आखोने मेरे....

अपनी जुबां से उन्हें क्या इन्साफ दू ..... "

i am......

" less religious than many....


but more devout than most...."

over a glass of wine...

" many a bartender has often been privy to a confession and repentance more sincere ( albeit over a glass of liquor ) than the one offered in any confessional to any priest.... "

i looked back at my shadows yesterday.....


and saw myself in a completely new light....

( sometimes; it so happens in life that one looks back at past mistakes and learns something new..... albeit a wee bit late... )

over and over again
I find myself caught
between the insipid wakefulness of my nights
and the woolgathering dreaminess of my days....

longing...

"the night seeks its own colour in the wake of an unbound tress....."

इतना टूटा हूँ मैं आज

की मुझे खुदको जोड़ने से पहले

खुदको बटोरना होगा .....

a stranger looks at me from the mirror...

we are separated by but a glass wall.......

जा अपनी आसुओं को कोई नया बाज़ार ढूँढ ले ....


इस मण्डी में तेरे आसू भी अब पुराने हो गए .....

i have always been high on the spirit of life...

yesterday;
the thought of death has but once sobered me...

he was there when i stood up for the first time...

he held my hand as i took those first hesitant baby steps...

he taught me to stand...

he taught me to walk...

he taught me to run...


one day i asked him,
" how do i know when to run when to walk and when to take a stand?"


"that" he said; "you have to figure out for yourself little one...."

what will YOU do with 500 bucks?