On the way back,
the commute offers hopes of independence,
juxtaposed with a vision of fatigued lens.
In the finite night of wakeful dreams,
a guiltless sleep is a luxury one cannot afford.
Free will is a curse.
Another sun set.
Will the day ever come?
You bet!
– Choice, 10 January 2022
I stand in a corner of an art gallery,
and with the corner of my little eye,
I spy,
the works of other artists’ fly.
I look at them,
with little inspiration, and more aspiration.
Aspiration to be featured like them in an artsy place.
To have people look at my name and take picture of it.
Oh, how cruel the life is,
gives only one chance at death.
Doesn’t it know?
Experience makes a man perfect.
Of all the Options
I go through in my head
while lying awake in my bed,
‘Returning to My Country’
always made the cut…
Only until recently,
when the feeling of other-ness,
which some people talked about,
but I never believed existed,
manifested itself into Acts made and Bills passed,
for the likes of me to be purged from the land.
Forcing us to prove loyalty.
Scrambling us to provide documents,
proving that we indeed existed.
I wish I had,
a bottle to entrap
or a recorder to record.
Maybe a camera even
or something of that sort
which could save and savor
the guilt which I have
every morning
of the time not spent writing
the previous day,
of another wasted day.
Some silly excuse got in the way.
The strong desire to write,
blazes fiercely every morning
but fades over the course of the day
as time sway
everyday
Some silly excuse always gets in the way.
Zulm ki is nangi baarish mein,
Jab Zakhm sar chadh kar bolega,
Pisalti saanson ke kinaare,
Honge jab honsle past,
Aankhon mein namodar shikast,
Aur hawa mein ubharte,
nashe se dhut sitaare,
gham ke afaq par jab pohanch jaayenge,
Tab is kamzor dil pe tum,
Marham lagaane aajana.
Warna to maut laazmi hai
-Zakhm, 6th December 2019
Sometimes,
I do stupid things
though not intentionally.
I get up everyday
and take some time to reflect
and regret
Listen to the poem on Soundcloud – Gumaan
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Classroom ki chaar deewari ke beech,
lafzoon ke sunehre beenj,
jo aapne hamein baante the us waqt,
unhein aaj ka ye zamaana,
Zulm ki nangi baarish mein taraashta hai.
Nazm ki qismein bohot seekhi thi aap se magar,
Aaj jab ye Qalam hosh sambhalta hai,
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Let this Summer be a reminder,
Of how,
We, the Humans, live at the mercy of the outside weather,
The clouds of the day decide if our mood is going to be any better. Continue reading →