Nothingness but is there. So something is still there. 'Some scope, thus still left. Nothing versus Something?" ,I said. You too said , "Somewhat, Something."
Silence of words, Hooting birds, Haste & Nerds- Nothing is there, "You" emerge. Period. Today. "You," too are not there. Period.
What should be the 'silence?' May be the posture of a dancer, who changes each of the gesture, with one sway, and rhythmically tows the other flair? Or must be the 'singer' with every lurk, who sings and juxtaposes his notes with eternity. Or may be just a ' note' that both the 'singer' and… Continue reading Breezing Silences, Breezes are Blowing.
This is strange. Very Strange. Our painful existence. I am happy, at times in my unhappiness. I am unhappy, when sound too happy. I don't want be greedy, asking for too much in life. Is it less I can breathe everyday, finding you around? I have no explanations and vocations except seeing you around. Neither… Continue reading When I am lost, I find you.
And gently I would leave. Quietly I would be gone. Naturally, who would know? Nobody is 'immortal' in the world.
Of a sweet longing, For somewhat uncertain clarity. I am not counting days, looks like my days are counted. Somewhere deep down, I am gone, on some long journey. People are still viewing me, Except me.
I am drunk , to the core. Something might emerge, Either 'you' or 'this-that' or 'nothing' Something will break inside me. Something might mend inside me. Something will call me, dialogue will start, night has started. Stars have reached, 'bazm' shall begin. With somewhat a calm demeanour, Select few can stay , People who know… Continue reading हुज़ूर , आपका भी एहतराम करता चलूँ ………………सोचा सलाम करता चलूँ !