“Our suits are identical, but I’m not spewing fire. You look all set to win the Best Costume Award.” “May the best ghost win!” I tried to be congenial, but wondered why was this guy not getting unnerved. “Hey! Shall we put up a performance together?” “That sounds good. Would you like to have a … Continue reading Real
a night pitch dark raindrops shimmer- golden dreams to light them up Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Once upon a thought energy reverberated rocked my whole being Once upon a falsehood promises flashed hurt like a knife in the back Once upon a dilemma I felt broken in pieces not fitting together Once upon a truth I stood defeated feeling whole once again Poetics
She is terrified of stairs – it is almost a phobia, or maybe more than a phobia. She imagines a game of Snakes and Ladders concealed behind the scene, and awaits a roll of dice to throw her off. She thought she had aced the political and satirical game, and then, the unthinkable happened. A … Continue reading Ascent
I miss companions in a childhood lost busy parents and neighborhoods. She loves..... Photo Challenge #236
loneliness in sea of people I struggle to find familiarity become stranger to myself Twittering Tales #108
waves – engulf me not I await arrival of love-once again to replace distrust, hatred and give me back my lost soul What Do You See? - by Helene Vaillant
It is a frightful time to be a man. I see my near and dear ones struggle to find their moorings in the changed scenario. They are good human beings. They have never done anything to hurt a woman. Yet, they feel inadequate to build an equation with the New Woman emerging. Some of them … Continue reading Fright
English translation available in Comments section …
अब किस उम्मीद से मैं आवाज़ दूँ तुझे
मेरी कोई बात तुझ तलक जाती नहीं ।१।
ज़माना हो गया है आए हिचकी मुझे
लगता है याद मेरी अब तुझे आती नहीं ।२।
शायद मिल जाती तू मुझे सपनों में कभी
क्या करूँ कमबख़्त नींद ही आती नहीं ।३।
एक आइना था घर में मुझे चाहने वाला
अब उसे भी यह सूरत मेरी भाती नहीं।४।
काश कोई बतला देता मुझे पहले अमित
इश्क़ है ऐसी बीमारी जो कभी जाती नहीं।५।
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 60
Making a death-bed of arrows for Pitamaha Bhishma was not easy. All excellence in archery becomes irrelevant, if one loves the person he is compelled to kill. But the war had to be won. Bhishma was living out his curse. He pledged celibacy, but lived to see four generations after his father. Though he was … Continue reading Arrow-bed
