The prejudice are we the him and the hers We who set the edicts, the laws and the rules. Upon her have bestowed a chauvinist curse; A life breathing silently … Continue reading The Festering Feminism
The thought crawled aliveIn the dead of the night,Rambled my thinking,And gripped my mind,A mystery to ponder uponIn the daylight,An enigmatic realityOr merelyA delusion of a kind; What are we beyondFlesh … Continue reading Universe and Me!
I held on to my imaginationThe words that were never said,Actions were enough to scream its existenceI thought of the colour of love as red, Now that I see it … Continue reading Delusional Illusion
What’s the colour of your dream?Is it yellow, pink, green or blackOr is it simply white, like a canvas that’s blank? Is it Pacific with a depth of an ocean,Or … Continue reading The Colour of my Dream
I scribbled this thinking about you,And how if you were a novel,An adventure of sadness and happiness,Woven together like a love lost in heaven, You would remind me of the … Continue reading My Mysterious Muse
Some five o’clock shadowsSome with a stubble,Some clean shaven brats,Some rock it inBandholz rubble, A goatee stands outBalbo dazzles,Imperial comesBack in townSideburns are the newRustling razzles, May it be in … Continue reading For all the Bearded Men out there!
A dire dilemmaSurfaced my thoughtsCombined with distressMy words toppledAnd were lost In the depthsOf the UniverseA little pixie with more dustUnknown to my eyeThe bestial let alone the unjust My … Continue reading My Muse – My Rhythm, My Blues
A tale toldIn yonks,Narrated yet again, Putting soul intoThe Immortals,Animism disdained, A tale betweenThe Sky,And howThe Earth belowStanding ten feet high, With a cracking crowOf a magpie,Were jinxed and cursedBy … Continue reading The Boundless Horizon
If you find yourself awake at 3am,struggling to sleep becauseyour mind is over thinking You might be a writer, If you fall for wordsbecause of what they meanwhen they roll … Continue reading The Writer’s Tip
I held on to my imaginationThe words that were never said, Actions were enough to scream its existenceI thought of the colour of love as red, Now that I see … Continue reading Love – A Hallucination
The Death looksLike a living beingDwelling inside me, Creeping and crawlingUnder my skin, Constantly reminding meOf my Life –A fragile being, So powerless,So vulnerable,It owes death a life, An oblation, … Continue reading Death – Life in a Disguse
Jiske gaali par bhi parti thi taali,Jo kehta,“Izzat aur zillatapne haath mein nahi saali”, Palatne par jisne kiyaKismat ko majboor,Woh tha hamara naaz,Hamara guroor, Jisne sikhayi hameMohabbat ki ahmiyat,“Zidd hoti … Continue reading My Tribute to the Legend – Irrfan Khan