पूष की पंखुरियाँ

इक बार जो मैंने तुम्हें निहारा तो जी किया की तुम्हारे घुंघरेले बाल जो इस पूष की हवा में अक्सर बिखर जाते हैं, उन्हें सवार डालूं। सवारने का काम तो हमें अच्छी तरह से आता है - किसी ने सिखाया नहीं, पर फिर ये खोपड़ी में भरा दिमाग कह जाता है कि तुम्हें तो अपने… Continue reading पूष की पंखुरियाँ

Casually Daisy-ing Around

A Daisy that you are, so little, so freshly bloomed, that when a starving mountain goat sees you on the frosted, naked cliffs and sniffs your well-crafted petals, decides to starve — dies. Oh, would you not turn your gaze at me and shower your fragrance — invite sunlight into my dimly-lit room; would you… Continue reading Casually Daisy-ing Around

That’s How Strong My Love Is

If I was an onion, I'd refuse to be pungent, and carry with me an enchanting  scent, so that your eyes would not cry after you chop me into pieces to fry. That's how strong my love is. If I was a wave in the ocean, I'd emerge low, and welcome your beautiful body into me… Continue reading That’s How Strong My Love Is

Death of a Lily

Out of all the things I have lost, I miss a certain lily the most. She bloomed in summer, rain, and frost - lit me up like a lighthouse on an abandoned coast. I would sit next to her and sing a song, and would not get up until the sun had set or the… Continue reading Death of a Lily