All the time.

littlelovenote from a butterfly to a blanket

the way you spread warmth
has always attracted me to you,
I assure you that I will fill your life 
with bright colours,
even though flying is all that I have ever known,
after days of wandering around,
the day I'd come to you,
I would permanently snuggle inside you,
and stay there cosy and safe.

इंतज़ार

Photo by Gaganpreet Singh © 

उस सहर से इस सहर तक
कुछ बदला ही नहीं,

फ़ोन की बीप अब भी किसी एक मैसेज की उम्मीद जगा देती है,
दरवाज़े पे कोई आहट, चाय की केतली गैस पर रखवा देती है,
क्योंकि ठंडी चाय तो तुम्हें भाती ही नहीं
तुम्हारे लौटने की उम्मीद कम है, कहते हैं वो...
पर इंतज़ार की आदत भी तो तुमने ही डाली थी,

सोचती हूँ,
किसी दिन,
बस यूँही
हमेशा की तरह,
मेरे भीगे बालों पर अपनी उंगलियां फिराने चले आओगे,
अपनी डायरी में सोई शायरी को मुझसे फिर से मिलवाने चले आओगे,
सोचती हूँ,
कोई तो गिला ज़रूर होगा,
के अब तक मुह फुलाए बैठे हो,
शायद बस उसे ही जताने चले आओगे,
फ्रांस और भारत इतनी दूर भी नही.
सोचती हूँ.
अब भी सोचती हूँ


उस शहर से इस शहर तक,
कुछ बदला ही नहीं 

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याद

देखो यूं भी होता है 
हम भूलते हैं,
और भुला दिए जातें हैं. 
तुम बस एक धुंधली सी याद हो 
जो एक पुरानी नज़्म में कहीं कैद थी 
आज एक नयी नज़्म लिखकर
तुम्हे कुछ वक्त के लिए और कैद कर लिया मैंने

इश्क़

एक ज़माना था,
इश्क़ पर लिखा करते थे
और फिर एक दिन,

इश्क़ हो गया..

अब लिखते नहीं,
बस इश्क़ किया करते हैं

Lost III

Right? Left?

or in the middle?

I stop. Look around.

Grab a hand and walk.

Take me home, will you?

I am lost.

I am lost.

Serve me love.

Sing me songs.

Lend me thy ears

Keep the lights on

Stay by my side, will you?

I can’t sleep.

I am lost

Kiss and hug

Caress and touch

Let me laugh

or Let me cry, will you?

I can’t feel.

I am lost. 

LOST II

LOST I

#Littlelovenotes

We were like two birds that were brought together by rain. Tired of flying, we sat on a branch. We sang love songs. It was a different kind of love. We loved saying lovely things to each other. We also loved doing lovely things to each other. And it was just that. Time passed. Another rain came, and we left the branch for another shelter, elsewhere. Some more time passed. We soon came back to the old branch. We exchanged smiles, and ignored the change in them. Tired of the language, and the cycle of communication and miscommunication, we preferred keeping silent. We fell out of love and it was a different kind of ‘falling out of love’. We decided to stay on the same branch and sing the same old love songs. We were, however, scared of saying lovely things to each other, and we feared more than ever, doing lovely things to each other. 

breakfree

I create, re-create, destroy
ideas in my mind.
You existed
and you exist no more

#Littlelovenotes

Sometimes with sleepy eyes, 
other times, in sleeplessness
thinking of you,
I try,
not to think of you.

#Littlelovenotes

It was one of their late night conversations and she playfully asked him, 
"do you miss me?" 
He reverted in his usual calm, 
"Do you miss the night when it's day?
Do you miss sunshine when there's none?
Well then let me put it this way,
That within us we're always one"