God of Sparrows

Summer of April is always better than the summer of May and the latter is always better than summer of June. Summer of July is worst, it burns the synthetic fabric which then melts and gets stuck to the vest and leave its colour there, like a stamp of authority, as if the vest belongs to the shirt, as if the shirt forgets who’s its master for a while in the heat of the sun.

There’s a reason why cotton is costlier than synthetic, it minds its own business, doesn’t interfere in anyone else’s business, doesn’t get attached to any other fabric. Cotton is the buddha of the fabric universe.Continue reading “God of Sparrows”

Pressure

If Ranjeet had learnt one lesson in the last two years, it was that being single was better than being a single father.

What a world of difference it made to have a child to take care of. He had not foreseen it. He had imagined an easy life for himself. He fell in love, got married, they had Sejal and the family felt complete. Then it all fell apart. The arguments began to turn into dirty quarrels and once in a while one or the other had a visible proof of it.

She asked for divorce. He asked for Sejal. They contested and he won on the grounds that she had no job and hence no source of income to take care of their child. She cursed him while signing the divorce papers.

May you rot in hell.Continue reading “Pressure”

Wanderer

I don’t have a laptop anymore and I have been craving to write from the last few days. Craving won’t be the right word. I have been actually dying to write. There are two main ingredients to do writing: imagination and discipline. I know I have a strong imagination. I also know I am highly indisciplined.Continue reading “Wanderer”

Whispers

Of late, I am highly fascinated about the origin of whispers. Whispering is, without doubt, the most unnoticed gesture in the human communication.

Whispers sometimes are agreement and at other times disapproval.

Sometimes, whispers carry love from lips of one lover to the ears of the other and at others they carry curses for a boss of an irritated person at work.Continue reading “Whispers”

The Garden

The evening wind ruffled through the vineyard and blue sky appeared in patches from between the green leaves. Ashish spotted a brown leaf and clipped it off instantly. A garden is the soul of a house and a well maintained garden beautifies the exterior of a house like nothing else. It also portrays that there lives a responsible family in the house, if not a happy one.Continue reading “The Garden”

शिकायतें

अजीब सी है यह दुनिया,

कहते थे मुझे “तू है आने वाला कल”,

पर मैं तो कल ही ना देख सका |

घुटन सी हो रही है इस लकड़ी के डब्बे के उनदर,

अम्मी अब्बू का दिल साथ लेकर,

नाजाने क्यों गोलियाँ उतार गया मेरे अन्दर,

मैने पूछना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

काले जूते, मुह ढका हुआ नाजाने क्यों,

खून में इतनी आग थी तो खुलकर वार करता,

डरता है शायद अपने आप को मरने वाले की आखों में देखने से,

मैने समझना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

अम्मी तुमने रोका क्यों नहीं सुबह,

अब्बू के स्कूटर का टायर कहीं फसा क्यूं नहीं,

कोई एक बहाने से शायद ज़िंदा होता आज,

मौत ने रुकना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

उसका भी तो बेटा होगा,

गोलियों से लिखता होगा,

खून की सियाही में,

हम जैसो की तकदीर पिरोता होगा |

अम्मी तुम फिकर मत करो ना,

यह जन्नत बहुत ही हसीन है,

अल्लाह को परेशान मत करो ना,

देख रहे है वो भी अपनी रची दुनिया,

पर अभी तबाह करना ज़रूरी नहीं समझा |

Milestones

Milestones are good beings. Not only they tell you how close you are to your destination, but also how far you have come from wherever you were. They don’t travel themselves, their life’s purpose is to remain static. It is the static of the milestones that pushes people to achieve them. Imagine if milestones were also on the run like us, there wouldn’t be much of an achievement then. Selflessness, that is what we ought to learn from milestones.Continue reading “Milestones”

Sufi

In continuation of Mystic

If you have ever been lucky enough to spend time in the company of a Sufi, you would have noticed that he keeps his eyes closed while he sings or dances. To an outsider, it seems that the Sufi has forgotten the outside world and is completely immersed in the act of enjoyment. A Sufi celebrates the entire existence. Continue reading “Sufi”

Mystic

In continuation of Vagabond..

A mystic is a concealer by nature. But, what does a mystic conceal? Answers.Continue reading “Mystic”

Vagabond

A vagabond is a person who has no fixed address.

Hmm, sounds like myself.Continue reading “Vagabond”

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