Segments of dun-coloured time. A casual, wayward glance. Piling up of unwritten poems. Not picking up the chance. Peeling off the calendar, just because I should. Walking down least resistance, just because I could. Insipid storytelling. Sporadic laughs at sordid events. Insincere attempts unyielding. No surprises at consequence. Driving down to the city, because it's a Monday... Continue Reading →
Trying
Tries. Hundreds of them. Some result in winning, some in spirit-crushing losing and rancid hopes that lie on your wooden table in the verandah. Some let you hair fall on your dirt-smeared forehead while some bring you up to the cliff of the mountains– in your head. Some infuse in you the smoke of the... Continue Reading →
Reading Gulzar and Meeting Ghalib
I just finished reading Mirza Ghalib: A Biographical Scenario by Gulzar. There is a lingering sadness that the book came to an end. However, there is also a fulfilling warmth inside. It was a beautiful journey. It was so calming that Time walked with me hand in hand and we were glad to have each others' company.... Continue Reading →
My Stories
I left a part of me back there at the doorstep; my footprints at the gates and not inside of your home away from home. I left a part of me in the lanes of the bazaars that you frequent, to buy silver ware and copper wires, and take me along when I'm 1407 kms... Continue Reading →
Straight Lines
Straight lines, Those infinite points that never turn around and come back. They go on and on unto eternity, on either side of a spectrum, of a system, from rues to gratitude from smiles to cries from balloons to cages. There are no second thoughts or reconsidered chances. These straight lines remain taut in my... Continue Reading →
Sometimes it doesn’t…
When it doesn't fit in your grasp and it doesn't keep your hold. When it doesn't stay inside your reach, and it doesn't feel as whole. When it doesn't mind itself with you, and abounds adrift and free. Just let it go my friend, how can you ever catch the breeze? -Sameen
Almost There…and Not Yet
The incomplete, silver orb in the sky, hides behind floating cottony sheets. Our story is yet to consummate; even the moon is waiting for us to meet. -Sameen
Grandmother’s Lantern
Beautiful. It would have been, and it can be; shall I permit it to. My existence; like the solitary lantern that still hangs on grandmother's porch. Its wick as black as the sins they tell us we've committed on the way to being the lords of moral fiefdom. Its glass dull like the cataract in... Continue Reading →
One
Intertwined into you; a creeper on a tree. After a while, I can't point out you from me. And when they begin digging out your roots; It's no surprise my skin begins to bleed. -Sameen
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