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Yes its sinking in.. Rank 40, CSE 2015.The UPSC circle- the close and the beginning.

Bagh-e-Bahisht Se Mujhe Hukam-e-Safar Diya Tha Kyun Kaar-e-Jahan Daraz Hai, Ab Mera Intezar Kar                      - Mohammad...

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The explosion in your heart.

Things break the way they break.
As a crack in your favourite coffee mug.
Or as a bomb explosion.

So do people.
am just one.
"कहीं आँखों से पढ़ लिए जाते थे,
यहाँ स्याही-स्याही करतें हैं। 
तू तो फिर भी इंसान है सुन, 
यहाँ लफ्ज़ भी टूटा करतें हैं।"

Monday, May 22, 2017

The twins...

This is me. This is you.
And the cities we built here.
This is me. This is you.
And the cities we build here.
"अनचले रास्तों का कोई मोड़ हूँ। 
मुझको छू दे जिधर से तू ,मै कोई और हूँ।"

Photograph- Clicked by a photographer friend

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Will the sky envelope the plateau?

A half written letter craves
- to hear -
that warmth in your chest
curling around the trembling silence
of its half- constructed sentences
tonight once again quivered,
once again stirred.

To its envelope, it once again cribs :
"Hide me from this cold cold world."


"इसके आगे कहो , अब कहाँ जाऊँ मैं ?
गिरती बारिश -सा हूँ, लौट न पाऊँ मैं। "

Picture credits: A photographer friend.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

To Musoorie, with love.

"जाएगा भी तो कहाँ 
तू ये कारवाँ छोड़कर ?
तू ये कहानी लिए ,
बैठा है किस मोड़ पर ?

पलकों पर तेरी 
- जल रही है -
हाथों पर तेरे 
-बदल रही है -"
There is this something about places and people. If you collide with the right ones, the ones made up of the same material as you are, you are changed. I have fallen in love with people. I have fallen in love with places. I have learnt to move on, to absorb new places and people. But this. But You. Yes You, the queen of hills. You have truly been , by far, the most powerful experience of my life. And so, its going to be difficult.

Its not just that you were beautiful physically. Beautiful to look at, beautiful to traverse, beautiful to touch, to feel and absorb. No, not that. But that we could see the souls of one another.

 Like I had known you since ages as I climbed up on your boulders and cobbles. Like you had known me since ages, as I would find refuge in your conifer canopies. 

Like you knew we were going to have those conversations, share that laughter, shed those tears. Like I knew, you were going to make me fall in love with you, and smile that it happened, and weep that it ended. Ended so soon. 

You were beautiful to your core. And though I could never reach the magma you are made up of, I had felt it throb in your eyes and your touch. I had felt it stir you up, just as you had seen me stirred up so many times.

As I came back in a cab down the hills, and when I entered the plains, there was this song reverberating in my head. I kept playing it on a repeat in my earphones with wet eyes and a shivering body in may summer heat. 
"I wonder why, I wonder how, I wonder where they are.. 
the days we had, the songs we sang together.. 
So I say a little prayer. 
Hope my dreams will take me there 
where the skies are blue to see you once again."

Now this is what I have to say to you.

"You were your rocks and boulders and pebbles. You were your cracks and crevices. You were your rivers and waterfalls. You were your curved roads and pathways. You were your clouds and sunshine. You were your breeze, and snow and hail. 
You were your culture and music. You were food and wine and coffee.  You were your jokes and tickles and scream
s. You were your lights at night and sunrises at morning pt. You were the colours of buddhist flags and chants of Tibetan prayers. You were me.

You are me."

ps: Its been a day and a half back home, and I still am not here at my home. I am still there. I am still that. Its like a famous hindi song of the nineties:
ऐ वक़्त रुक जा , थम जा , ठहर जा ,
वापिस ज़रा दौड़ पीछे। 
मै  छोड़ आई  खुद को जहाँ पे ,
वो रह गया  मोड़ पीछे। "

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Reading between your words

Your silence leaks
from in between your words
when you try
to lie
that you're laughing and singing loud,

and they love your songs.