Rings of Smoke

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

kaam and kama…

naween: jaate hain kuch kaam karte hain me:kaam?pagal ho gaya hai? naween:are kama,kama…  :P me:ohh!! naween: waise wo bhi kaam hi hota hai…it is actually hard work me:no!it is mixing work with pleasure  :P :P

distance

the small gap between everything and nothing contracted by loneliness and the mind is sent into a space time warp near you how i want to hold you, and say, “dont worry,poppet, it will be all right, i will not fail you this time round.” to tell you, that the best things might take some [...]

raeth

main ab bhi tumhe sochta hoon, sagaar kinare baitha,tanha, sun.ta lahron ka kolahal, mehsoos karta hoon main, apne chehre pe hawa ki salwatein, main kadam badhata hoon lehron ki oor, jahan,raeth aur paani mil jaate hain, ek ajnabi se mel me, aur main khara dekhta hoon, saanjh ke dhundhle ujaalon me, hawaon pe apne haathon [...]

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