Aug 24, 2013
There it was.
Between the wavy red cloth covered ceiling, reminiscent of the romance and pathos of a circus and a staid old fashioned chandelier. Between one beer and one cigarette. Between the table cloth with check prints, stuffed under a heavy glass and the music weirdly alternating between heavy jazz and hip hop, suddenly there it was. A feeling of being fully alive; life was jumping and dancing right in the pit of her stomach, running up her legs, arms and neck. It lasted just for a minute or two probably, but nevertheless there it was.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 6, 2013
In-between
There is something about transitions.
They remind me of you.
The in-between,
With no identity,
with no form to boast of.
Like when we met for the first time,
A moment born out of nothing,
And ever since.
Its ephemeral and fragile.
Its a bubble,
But only if you break it.
We have our own universes.
But this in-between,
Is where parts of us live,
The secret parts,
Together.
कच्ची सिलाई
कभी कभी ऐसा लगता है,
जैसे ज़िन्दगी को कच्ची सिलाई ने समेट रखा है.
आराम से उधेड़ बुन करो तो ,
हर रोज़ नयी सी बन जाती है.
जैसे ज़िन्दगी को कच्ची सिलाई ने समेट रखा है.
आराम से उधेड़ बुन करो तो ,
हर रोज़ नयी सी बन जाती है.
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