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Smoke gets into the eyes

There was a betel wine that fondly and fiercely cuddled on to a yellow flower tree in my courtyard. They lived together, with each other, intertwined, for as long as I remember. I will pluck the tender betel leaves for chewing pan, and my grandma will gently sweep the fallen yellow flowers from the courtyard everyday at dawn. The dying flowers huddled together in their final journey to the recycling pit.  One fine day, grandma did not wake up, and in a month, we had lost her .  One rainy day, not long after i saw last of my grandma, the yellow flower tree got uprooted. It died too, with the sweet betel vine.


The transience of my being Is in contradiction with the permanence Of this journey. I shall come back again And again Forever Until I get to travel Once With you besides me.

एक पतंग थी हमने भी उड़ाई

एक पतंग थी हमने भी उड़ाई सिर्फ तुम्हारे रंगों वाली. लट लगाती गोते खाती लहराती झूमती खुले आसमानों को चूमती। एक पतंग थी हमने भी उड़ाई सिर्फ तुम्हारे रंगों वाली बड़ी प्यारी, बड़ी दुलारी आसमान में, सबपे भारी। डोर न था वो मांझे वाली न कटती, न काटने वाली शाम न थी वो आंधी वाली फ़िज़ा सी थी वो भीनी भीनी। फिर कटी क्यों मेरी पतंग प्यारी जा लिपटी किस झोंके पे वारी इक गुडबाय तक न वो हमसे बोली और छोड़ गयी हाथों से लिपटी ढेर सारे दिल के धागे टूटे और एक लटाई जो अब है हम पे भारी।

The Living Well

Don't draw from me,  without leaving behind a bit of you in me. I am not eternal. I would wither away, with each day of your neglect.

I Don't Miss You

No I don't miss you like the morning dew I don't miss you Like leaves from Spring In midst of Autumn's desolation No, I don't miss you I don't miss you Like an umbrella loaned And never returned. I don't miss you. I don't miss you Like a favorite pen misplaced Or the old house In a new place. Life goes on Some bit of longing Helps hope survive.