"I am sorry, I don't know about Vietnam War. But yeah, I heard about it in a movie Forrest Gump." I said. She squinted at me & smirked. After all, she knew about partition of India and I couldn't even pronounce 'Hanoi'. "I miss my home." She told me."Why don't you visit your family?" I … Continue reading No Smoking
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पर अकेला चल रहा..
छोटे से इस मकान से, घने भरे श्मशान से, हर कब्र को मैं गिन रहा मैं जुगनुओं को सुन रहा है रात का खौफ यूं, मैं मोम सा पिघल रहा पर अकेला चल रहा पर अकेला चल रहा कफ़न की भी क्या जाति है? कितने चले बाराती है? मासूम से क्या छीन रहा मैं साथ … Continue reading पर अकेला चल रहा..
Mere Jaane Ke Baad…
Mere Jaane Ke Baad... Tuti yaari ke fasaane na kehna Maayusi ke naye bahaane na karna Jhoothe kisi gam ki aaad me, Mere ghar ko naye mehkhaane na karna Mere Jaane Ke Baad... Nazron se labon tak ashkon ko aane na dena Shok me chehre ko murzaane na dena Har roz phulon ki narmi mumkin … Continue reading Mere Jaane Ke Baad…
Evening Walk
When she asked if it would be possible for me to accompany her for an evening walk, I was confused. I read that translated message again on WeChat and rechecked it on Google Translate. I immediately texted her "Yes, what time?" She told me to meet her outside ICBC ATM at 5pm after her dinner. … Continue reading Evening Walk
and that’s my fame..
A beautiful frame of you and me with no name. Lets play a small game..you win or lose, no one to blame.. A dark night, candle & its flame..Fall on your face with no shame.. Draw an arrow with no aim..Because you are my gem & that's my fame..
New Turn
I didn't know her home but I knew few landmarks nearby. I was dragging her heavy bag in narrow streets, which were mostly occupied by Kutchi Muslims. I failed twice to find her home, because all those old structured houses were identical to me. I was drenched in sweat, somehow I found her uncle who … Continue reading New Turn
