Category: poetry

  • my own bully

    i am a good boy,i will tell you a story today,about the ying and yang, about the parts of me – which keep fighting within, about tanzim and me – about the bully and the victim. yes, i was bullied once,in school – at the basketball court,i was beaten up, left of the floor,in tears […]

  • i close my eyes

    i close my eyes,and think about the placesi have not been to,the lakes,the mountains,the hills,the beaches i close my eyes,and think about the places,i have not been to,the lakes,the mountains,the hills,the beaches tanzim, i think of youand how we seldom talk toeach other, about each other –sometimes we do, sometimes i dotell about youto others […]

  • i said ugly words to mother

    i said ugly words,to mother, tanzim, my heart was taken bystorm, by literallack of sleeps,the cracks, in myheart, became wide open,i was afraid while i ate my dinner,unheartedly, cooked unheartedly,mother cooked it tanzim, whathappened to her,why are we sobroken i said ugly wordsto mother, in summer

  • o’ dear tanzim

    it has become ahabit now, tanzim,a very bad habit,i know, youare wondering –what am i talkingabout, wait –i know, i neverlet you speak,tanzim – o’ deartanzim – it takesso much courage,to just allow youto exist i will tellyou what mytherapist toldme once, she said“your locus of controlis external”,o’ dear tanzim,she was right i never listen,to […]

  • a cup of chai

    i sat with my family, my father and brother, with heavy heart, it’s been twenty, forty, i don’t know, how many days, since the lockdown, we sit with our dreamy eyes and hearts lit with passion, to do something, as we sit together, over a cup of chai, it’s only now that i’ve learnt- how […]

  • महंगे सपने | Expensive Dreams

    दिल थोड़ा टूट-सा गया था,आज रात, घबराइए मत-अब इसे संभाल लिए है| थोड़ा-सा टूटा, थोड़ीआंख भर आईं,सच बताऊँ तो,थोड़ा रोने का मनतो अब भी है| ना जाने एकदर्द-सा है सीनेमें, थोड़ा बतानेकी कोशिश करी उन्हें-बस थोड़ा ही,शायद आज इसदर्द के साथ ही सोनाहोगा, अगर नींद आई तो-अपनेपुराने सपनों कोजो याद कर लियाथोड़ा-सा-यहसपने बहुत महंगे है।

  • the vessel is full

    the vessel is full, but feels empty from within, it almost feels like words are screeching, from the boiling kettle pot, trying to tell me, something, but words don’t show up, words are ditching me, love has lost its way and hope is still stuck in traffic, the vessel is full, but feels empty from […]

  • if the ceiling of my room was outter space

    if the ceiling of my room was outter space if the ceiling of my room was outter space, i’d have stopped them, the gravity under my bed, from pulling me, down, again and again, if the ceiling of my room was outter space, a door, a pathway to other galaxies, i’d then take my plant […]

  • who am i

    who am i? i see that the hands of the clocks, have now, started spinning leftwards, and we, you and me, tanzim, are going back to where we started. from those vast empty gardens, where you’ll sit, with our mother and father, around, and look at the world, in awe, look at the baloonwallah’s and […]

  • trying to forget you

    do you like it now, tanzim? now, i wear my vulnerabilties as my yellow summer shirt, with each blow of summer wind, i bleed, my skin cuts and the dried leaves touch through this deep empty pit i-you have been feeling since the beginning of time, flowers have become blades and loneliness, the only meaning […]

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