The Ocean and the Sky

When you kissed me, I was capitulated into an ocean. An ocean of hurtful possibilities : For I was a wounded dove and you- salty, melancholic human debris. Now I’m this thirsty damsel in distress surrounded on all sides by this emerald ocean. And I’m drinking –choking– on this saline water I was warned not…

अल्फ़ाज़-ए-इ‌ख़्लास – २

तेरे इश्क़ में एक दिन कुर्बान हो जाऊंगा जनाज़े पर सही, मुझे देख तो लेना लहू की छींट कुछ छोड़ जाऊंगा मिटाने के लिए सही, मुझे छू तो लेना!

अल्फ़ाज़-ए-इ‌ख़्लास (Words of Affection)

हर्फ़ आश्णा तू! नर्म फ़ाख़्ता मैं!  जज़्बातों की सरहदें तेरी पलकों की कश्मकश में गुम हो जातीं हर दफ़ा। तेरी आवाज़ में मदहोश, सुलगते अल्फ़ाज़ मेरे ज़ुबां से भी हो जाते खफ़ा। नम लबों से तेरे हसरत है, निचोड़ लूं जो मिले- इश्क़ हो या धुआं-धुआं। लुत्फ़-ए-ख़लिश जब तू मांगे मुझसे गुल-ब-गुल मार दूं तुझे…

Farewell?

I have not been writing lately. What I have been writing, I have not been posting here.. Maybe this blog is dying a natural death.. I had started it when I was at my lowest.. In depression, alone and with a shattered heart I am faring well now.. In high spirits, and the guy who…

Saudade

You’re miles away and I want to portray that I’m finding my way alright through the day but I do go astray and begin to sway to the rhythm of over- -powering waves of longing, stretching like the limbs of a ballerina blinded by the beauty in the inevitable tragedy of  her lover’s melody. There…

Happier. Freer. Lighter.

The obligation to float elegantly somewhere between overdressed and underdressed, every time I step out of my house.. The obligation to laugh off a rude comment sent my way.. The obligation to be polite and not speak up when an acquaintance makes a homophobic joke.. The obligation to appear like I didn’t cry the previous…

A Writer’s Block? I Wouldn’t Say.

A writer’s block it isn’t. It’s low self esteem. It’s guilt ridden procrastination. It’s the comfort in inactivity. It’s a fear of not being good enough. It’s hesitation to put myself up for judgement. It’s a loss of faith in my words and abilities. It’s a desire to be better without practice. It’s a frustration…

Writer’s Block.

Or is this a woeful excuse framed to garner useless advice and heartless sympathy?