Kena?

| | I am not the melting wax but glow, from the flickering flame of a little candle. who are you? another candle’s wax, or its spreading light? as we float in a glow united with countless others, where do I end? where do you begin? am I not you? are you not me? what [...]

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Faves from Ghalib

I have been reading Gulzar’s book on the maestro of Urdu poetry recently. Need a place to keep some of the verses… may add translations later. You have any faves of your own? Feel free to leave a comment. ———————- Na tha kuchch to Khuda tha, kuchch na hota to Khuda hota duboya mujhko hone [...]

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A Short Story

Meet Smiley. She is seven years old, loves wearing red-colored frocks and dancing in the rain. To her, everything seems like a miracle. She smiles when she sees a tree, a flower, a moon, a horizon, a person, a thing. It is raining lightly, a gentle tip-tap over the roof of Smiley’s little hut. As [...]

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Strange Are the Greys of Life

To be tamed is a fearand to surrender, a desire.When it comes to connections,Strange are the ways of life. Do black and white contradict?Or do they complement?Do they, each other complete?Strange are the greys of life. —–dedicated to an insight-inspiring criminal.—–March 13, 2009.

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When Verses Flow…

throw away the canvas, dearthe creation of an imagewill imprison my boundless dream Let me run away from words today.They will make it a feeling,wrap it in to an expression,and camouflage it for you. Listen to my silences,talk to my eyes,Ask me not, to speak, dear.Let the scent of this heart not be scatteredin to [...]

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That is Where I Belong

dusk –dust rises on a muddy pathsomewhere in the middle of sleepy fields,as a boy runsfading in to the horizon. The sound of azaan,from across the border,merges with hymns from the Gurudwara.The sun bows, for the final time. The evening star smileson a moon, half-visible,looking over this lazy villageon the edge of man-made boundaries. The [...]

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Emptiness

There are so many formsof emptiness. How does the cocoon feelwhen the larva has just left with wings?And what about the mountainfrom which the last snow is melting awayleaving behind a naked peak,perched at the top, and yet lonely. my heart feels emptylike a black hole.There is a visible vacuumeven as nothing that entersever leaves… [...]

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