People come and people go. What remains are their memories to live by. Be it life or a hotel, people tend to leave.
Ye kahani hai do shehro ki, Ye shahar zindagi ka aaina bhi hai, Aur waqt ka koi canvas bhi. Aur phir Jab raat dhalti hai to ye shahar batiyate hai, takallum karte hai, Lafzon ke pul bandhte hai, nadiyon se, samndaron se, raston aur koochon se, imaraton se Jo kuch kehte hai, wo aap ki nazar
We are what other than the collection of memories or a burial ground...
Ek wo ishq, jo haasil hona chahta hai, muqammal hona chahta hai. Use gham bhi hai, aur ummedein bhi, Shayad ek sawal.. Isi ka dusra rukh, ya jawab. Jo hai aur nahi bhi, Waqt se juda bhi aur waqt mein qaid bhi. Wahan se hai, jab koi nahi thaa, aur wahan tak jab koi na hoga!!
Saw the mighty and majestic Kanchenjunga after so many months and my emotions couldn't control themselves.
Afwaah, a rumour which has been responsible for many lynchings, killings in this country. To all those fallen souls...
Wrote this for a friend who was born near Ganga Ghats of Benaras, who wants to track the path of the mighty Ganges.
Kashmir apni khoobsurati ke liye mashhoor hai aur raunde jaane ke liye bhi. Usi ki ek chhoti si daastan.
When people want to be together but couldn't because of circumstances.
There was a phase in life which brought and now since I've moved from that, i still miss that time...
Mountains have always been my home but this time, they wanted someone else... For that someone else...
We often talk and plan for the time when we will not be there. What about the wishes you've been harbouring in your heart, which are unfulfilled? Talk about those wishes with your loved ones.
I was on road for around 1 and a half months. This poem is for the time spent on road...