Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

november rain

it rained today morning…three AM.rain in november..a cliche..goddamn irritating,all the same.
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When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin’ when I hold you
Don’t you know I feel the same
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it’s hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We’ve been through this auch [...]

random

yesterday,i decided after four days of decidedly loutish,and almost indigent behaviour,that the time had come finally to start taking work and preparation for my examinations more seriously.so,the past two days(including today;almost past) have been spent studying seriously or lying on the bed listening to that ordered cacophony that rules indian film music these days and [...]

peace

today;i feel at peace with myself.

night of the fourth

i thought i would write the happiest poem of all today.today i heard your voice and i am happy.happier than any other thing would make me.one hundred and fifty nine whole seconds of hearing your voice;so what if it was banalities only?
but now,when i seek to put to paper and pen my happiness,to express what [...]

To Neruda

“What matter though numb nightmare ride on top,
And blood and mire the sensitive body stain?
What matter? Heave no sigh, let no tear drop,
A greater, a more gracious time has gone;
For painted forms or boxes of make-up
In ancient tombs I sighed, but not again;
What matter? Out of cavern comes a voice,
And all it knows is that [...]

ujaale

ujaalon ki fitrat ajeeb hoti hai.
kabhi andhere ke saaye se ye ujaale jhaankte hain,
kabhi ye khud andhere ban jaate hain,
kabhi koi ujala apne me samet leta hai andhere ko,
to kabhi ujaalon se andhere phoot parte hain,
garm paani ke jharno ki tarah,ye ujaale,
tan badan par behte hain,
dete hain ek ajeeb se sansanahat badan ko,
jaise kisi mehbooba [...]

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