Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

because you are never here

tum aaj nahi aaaogi, aur ye shab-e-hizr me jalti hui shaama maddham nahi hogi, in aankhon me jalte rahenge, naummidi ke diye, aur fir se satayegi humein tumhaari yaad… _________________________________________________________________________________ for i will ever wonder, what if you decided to come back, what if you decided to be mine.. what then? _________________________________________________________________________________ fir se main [...]

a poem i cannot complete…

often have i told myself the words, sometimes registering them,sometimes not.. saying to myself,these flowers have withered, and a new season should arrive now. but how to forget,and to shuffle on, with painful thighs and a heavy heart, can i really move ahead?how to think clearly- what are my reasons?and do i want to? these [...]

waiting,waiting….

some paths diverge from my room, predictable,shifty,clammy paths, frustrating,routine,pompously arrogant- these paths lead me astray, and make me lost.. into a jungle of consciousness.. wide awake i dream of freedom, the ability to have a choice-no i have it, i just cant exercise my choice! and so i walk on,trudging,slow steps,one after the other, on [...]

stranger to this city

all this is new, and yet,why do i feel, that i have written these lines before, been to this place, haunted the same areas, and relaxed with the same trees.. when i am stranger to this town. why does this feeling pervade me, a new oldness… or is it an old newness? whats the difference [...]

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