कल रात-भर आपके ख़याल ने हमें न छोड़ा कितना हसीन वह ख़्वाब था जिसे भोर हमने आँसुओं में बहाके तोड़ा क्या कशिश थी क्या चुभन थी क्या तड़पन थी प्यार की वह थी एक शब-ए-जन्नत, जो हमारी मिलन की रात थी पर देख हमें ख़्वाबीदा जो आपने अपना रुख मोड़ा तभी वह रात विदा… Continue reading ख़्वाब आपका
And now I stand stillAnd now I look awayMy mind's eyes fixedBut my mind running away..Is there an end, or it's always a new beginning?
This feeling that came back to me todayOf something greater impendingWhile I fumble with the keys, outside the door -In the darkness, with you by my side.I wonder if this is what night feels, at the cusp of dawn. .....
Pinks clouds, mixed with blue air, Sprawling across the dimming sky My eyes flitting from cloud to cloud, The sky seems to leap out, Out of the slits of my eyes. These eyes, they trace, Every single ray As far as they can see And blocked by the horizon, are, Contained at the precipice of eternity. These shapes,… Continue reading Pink Clouds
In a tiny corner of a tiny shelfSometimes I wish to fold back inside myselfAnd tap my toe on the inverted skyOf the numerous tiny sequins scattered by my side
To be honest I had a mixed reaction to Republic. On one hand, I was quite taken aback by the strict rules of censorship, weeding out of weaklings etc. etc. On the other I found myself nodding vehemently in agreement whenever Plato or Plato in the guise of Socrates, chastised moral corruption. Which I think,… Continue reading Plato, Nabokov
There are I believe two very disturbing kind of 'mistakes' to make in fiction:- to put in your characters' mouth your words, thoughts and emotions- to put in your characters' mouth your readers' words, thoughts and emotionsHow difficult it is to conceive of characters that are truly alive, that are neither shaped by some beliefs,… Continue reading Yellow Rose
I sit on the roof overlooking a vast stretch of land underneath. Rows of streets with moving red yellow lights, dots entering exiting little grey brown matchboxes, yellow-green lawns speckled here and there like pattern of clouds in the sky, at some places dense at others almost fading to pale green and white, tapering at… Continue reading on childhood..
Whenever I peeked into the confounding universe of set theory, the infinite and the continuum, I would be utterly lost in looping thoughts and would only be rescued by sleep (which would inevitably be accompanied by strange dreams), or callings of daily schedule. Thus saved, I would brush off my hands and stay clear from… Continue reading Set Theory