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I stare at the screen. The screen stares back. Not at me. But at the screens behind me. Craning its neck. I block its view. And it hates me for that. I know who it's friends with. They are all so full of it.My slit eyes size up the chat messenger. This is one messenger I would kill. But it lies smug and warm. Unblinking. Unwavering. Firm in its resolve and definite in its purpose. My taut fingers ...
Listen to the audio version here.My thoughts are lonely, dark and deep. They take on forms, they seep and creep.They stare at me, they hiss and sneer,Their fangs fed by doomscrolls and fear.I can't stand them, they won't spare me.A door swells up, nowhere to flee.They’ve stormed the gates, they've barged in now.I want it to stop, but I don't know how.They grin as they close, the air turns vile.Nox...
You ask what good is this life.Aimless days embraced with open arms, A piece of paper decides a life's plan.Blinders preferred, mediocrity sought,Creativity dictated, clamping thoughts.You ask what good is this life.The suffocated smile and pretend to breathe,Warriors retreat and swords are sheathed.Social acceptance - the primary concern,A moment's hesitation - a lifetime to yearn.You ask what go...
Listen to the audio version hereरोज़गार का शाम पर पहरा हैं,दोपहर के बाद सीधा अंधेरा हैं।न सूरज की धूप, न पत्तों की सरसराहट,बस व्यस्त व्यक्तिओं की एक सामूहिक घबराहट।कौन रखेगा तेरी जीत हार का लेखा-जोखा,क्या प्रसारण से ही बनता हैं तेरा जीवन अनोखा?देख प्रशंसक खुद प्रशंसा बटोर रहे हैं,जिनसे भिख मांग रहा हैं, वो खुद तेरा कटोरा टटोल रहे हैं।दौड़ थी अंधी, भीड़ थी बहरी,Degree का नकाब, बिकता भरी दोपहरी |लगा...
Dedicated to Richard Matheson.\I am pretty sure that before any place becomes a so-called hill station, they check off a pre-requisite list of points that should be there on it - a lover's point, a sunset one and now one of these - an echo point.\, said Amar while walking up the steps with Anjali.\Well, if someone was considerate enough to not go to a typical tourist place, we may not have ended d...
Shit happens in 1's life.2: That isn't my problem, is it?1: No, it isn't. But if you could help me out...2: Look, I've got enough problems of my own to deal with. Your life - your problems. Go fix them.1: I will, but I just..2: Well, so long then. It will all get over. It will get better. Don't worry.1: Will it?2: What do I care?1: True. Why am I even having this conversation with you?2: Search me...
Gaze into your abyss and tell me what you see.A hint of release or a captive decree?A faint flickering hope and a lurking despair,Mindless self-destruction with a glimmer of repair.Darkness creeps in at the edge of a flare,A pull to remain. A push to prepare.Binary choices in shades of grey,Cursing fate but kneeling to pray.Too much to think, with nothing to say,Replaying ramblings at the end of e...
Listen to the audio recording hereघरों के बाहर पड़े जूतों की गिनती बताती हैं।मैं कितना अकेला हूँ।सूनी दीवारों की दरारों से मेरी गहरी पहचान बताती हैं।मैं कितना अकेला हूँ।बहलाया करता था मैं एक ज़माने में।इधर-उधर की बातें और बेतुके सवालों को।पर आजकल एक असहज चुप्पी गिरफ़्तार कर चुकी हैं।मेरे सरकटे ख़्यालों को।कभी-कभी सोचता हूँ - कितना अकेला हूँ मैं?क्या अकेलेपन का कोई वज़न का सकता हैं? क्या कोई उसकी ग...
He often used to wonder how each day, although the same, felt so different when it was tagged with its characteristic name. A name, which sketched a face and associated emotions with each day. From the grumpy, old, sleepy-headed Mondays to the lazy, joyous, gift wrapped Sundays. You knew what the gift was, but the childlike excitement of tearing the silky glossy paper, of untying the bright red ri...
Listen to the audio version here.छतों को बिल्डिंगों ने खा लिया,आँगनों को अपार्टमेंट ने चबा लिया।बचपन का एक पल ढूँढने निकला था,ज़िम्मेदारी के ट्रैफिक ने फिर से रास्ता भुला दिया।शायद वो पल का पता बदल गया है,ये सोच के मैंने सपनों का स्कूटर फिर से घुमा दिया।घर पहुँच कर एक लंबी सी इमारत में खुद को चुनवा दिया।पर मुझे क्या पता था, सिग्नल पे वो पल अभी भी रुका था।मासूमियत की मोपेड को, उसका पैर पैडल कर चुका...