Rewind - November 2022

Oh, the last month of 2022. What a year it was! I finally finished my book. Looking forward to next year! I wrote the following in November.

Date	Published
11/03/2022	दर्द की सिर्फ इतनी सी परिभाषा ना दिल में सुकून, ना चैन, ना कोई आशा
11/10/2022	अक्सर बड़े शहरों में लोग वजूद ढूढ़ने आते है पर खुद को कब खो बैठते है उन्हें पता भी नहीं चलता Aksar bade shehron mein log wajood dhoondne aate hai Par khud ko kab kho baithate hai unhe pata bhi nahi chalta
11/15/2022	अकेलापन से डर नहीं लगता डर लगता है उस तन्हाई से जिसमें तुम्हारी यादें दबे पाँव आ जाती है Akelepan se darr nahi lagta Darr lagta hai us tanhai se jisme tumhari yaadein dabe paon aa jaati hain
11/28/2022	कोई अपना ही रहा होगा इतना दुःख देने की हैसियत किसी पराये की नहीं हो सकती Koi apna hi raha hoga Itna dukh dene ki haisiyat kisi paraye ki nahi ho sakti किसी और से बात कर लूँ तो गज़ भर शक़ करता है वो बात अलग है हरामी मुझे अपना प्यार कहने से डरता है Kisi aur se baat kar lun Toh gaz-bhar shaq karta hai Woh baat alag hai haraami Mujhe apna pyaar kehne se darta hai

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Bits and Pieces

I stretch my fingers, But mind says 'No'; Voice of my loved ones, Trails me as an echo. Persuading my heart, To sway away from phone; Keep it down, You live in a different time zone. Different time zone, I fumble in my thoughts. Morning, noon and night; I am out of sorts. It's perfect here, Too perfect for me, Like dead flowers adorned as a potpourri. Drowning in the timeline, Submerging in seven vast oceans. No distance in the world, Can cause this massive erosion. A part of me, my soul, Never left my house courtyard. If ever you want to collect me, my pieces, You know where to start.

Being Human

Under the roof of winter, Latches of my door open without making a sound. It's cold out there, Someone lost his ground. My soul shivers, Not that I'm cold. Someone from my land, Sleeps under the bridge while dreaming of gold. How can I... tuck myself in the quilt? When the winter storm is blowing, Hopes they have built. I have to get up, Do something... Before I start questioning who am I? And, they start saying...'Humanity dies.' Let's work out something, Take a resolution. Walk across all kinds of bridges, And, just be human... From centuries people are migrating for work or for better opportunities. But, not everyone has a smooth sailing...some live under miserable conditions. Most heart wrenching fact is nobody helps them, not even people from their own countries. I know, everybody is busy chasing the bigger purpose of life. But don't you think we should help people in need? Let's try to be better human being...

ठरकी मन बावरा

शाम से तकिये पे है पड़ा, ये ठरकी मन बावरा! कमरे की रौशनी मद्धम करके, सांसों के उलझते शोर में, चादर की सिलवटे गिन रहा, ये ठरकी मन बावरा! उसे बोलो आए थोड़ी देर से, खाव्हिशो को होने दे ज़रा धुआं, लिपट के नाम से उसके बैठेगा तब तक, ये ठरकी मन बावरा! पिघलेगे दो जिस्म काली श्याही सी रात में, और सुलगते हुए जिस्मो की आग में, बूँद बूँद समेट लूंगी उसके प्यार को इस तरह, बस कल नाराज़ न हो मुझसे, ये ठरकी मन बावरा!

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