Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

adios

i have played with desires,
and a likely fire to burn my hand..
stole a few embers,
to set alight my cold cold heart..
but ice is for burning just as good..
and so i return today…
somethings;not mine,and niether yours’…
i return to you,
some ragged dreams,feverish in their intensity..
and deaf with desire.
and some scattered pieces of yearning..
pulsating my chest like [...]

  • About The Line under the Blog Name

    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.

  • tags

    books c.v.sc. college colours CRP david foster wallace desire ethics hindi poetry hope humor insomnia interviews irony job jog life logic love marketing MBA me mind morning movies mumbai music night people pink floyd poetry poets radio reading run silence sleep songs the doors vodka wind work wtf xlri you

  • Spam Blocked