pyaar mera non-biodegradable ishq tha par unka recyclable deforested se mann mein unse, khushiyo ki aayi thi biodiversity dheere-dheere bane the hum, ek doosre ki energy alternate wali duniya saari lagne lagi thi, jaise hai wo zero emission carbon footprint hi jaise, ho gaya ho sabka none par kaise ho sakta tha ye sustainable? emotional […]
मेरी बातों में खुद को न खोज, ऐ दीवाने, कहीं हर लफ्ज़ में खुद को पा के परेशान तू न हो जाए। मुस्कुराता देखना चाहते तो हो मुझे तुम हर दम, पर क्या हो, अगर हर मुस्कान की वजह तुम हो जाओ। मेरे पीछे से, हर कदम पर मेरे सलामती हो चाहते, बस पलट के […]
“Good morning, babu! Wakie-wakie…” She chirped into his room. She responded to his usual “2 more minutes” plea with a crisp and almost impatient, “Come on-come on, let’s wake up. I am going to the kitchen to make you your glass of milk. Don’t forget to brush your teeth, your brush is ready, ok?” “Let’s […]
मिली हवाओं में उड़ने की सज़ा यारों, कि मैं ज़मीन के रिश्तों से कट गया यारों। ~ वसीम बरेलवी ~ ~ ~ हवाओं में उड़ने से रिश्ता जो कट गया यारों, रिश्ता वो नहीं, वहम है वो मन का, यारों। उड़ना चाहूँ, ज़मीन पर भी मैं रहना चाहूँ निभा न सके इतना, कच्चा रिश्ता मेरा […]
He prepped himself for another operation. The routine procedure needed one change. 1. Get attracted. 2. Get attached. 3. Attack, be attacked; hurt, be hurt. 4. Dress the wound. 5. Rip the bandage. 6. Rinse, repeat. “She’s beautiful, what a lovely conversation,” his heart sang as his mind prepped to skip steps 2 to 5. […]
He hugged her. Hugged her tight. They didn’t want to let go, just yet. He kissed the top of her head, she sighed. It was perfect in that moment. “Look up,” he said. “No. Our lips might meet.” “Would that be such a bad thing?” “No! Not at all!” It’s the aftermath that will kill.
“Sir, market value of your car is Rs. 57,000,” droned the valuator’s mechanical voice on phone, “company calculates salvage at 75%. So Rs. 42,750.” Tears trickled as he mumbled “ok”. “12 years of loyal service”, he thought, “How can they assign a Rupee value?” “So, that’s what he gets attached to?” she wondered, “Inanimate objects.” […]
It’s like love played Benjamin Button. They are strangers and exchange glances when they meet in public. They part ways. They fight. They make up. They disagree. Their love is intense. They are fond of each other. They are smitten. They were strangers and exchanged glances when they met in public. * * * […]