उन तस्वीरों में कुछ रंग शायद बाक़ी-सा है

उन तस्वीरों में कुछ रंग शायद बाक़ी-सा है,
दिलों पर सिरों का बोझ भी तनिक भाड़ी-सा है,
साँस शब्दों के उलझनों से आज़ाद कहाँ है,
गलियों में कोई मिलनसार कहाँ है,
यादें है, वादें है, कुछ ज़िद्दी इरादे है,
मिट्टी में बनें मिट्टी में सने कुछ ढाँचे है,
कुछ कुचले और कुछ कुचलते हम-तुम है,
बस रगों में कोई पक्का रंग नहीं है,
कुछ है या नहीं कुछ, मगर ख़ाली-सा है,
उन तस्वीरों में कुछ रंग शायद बाक़ी-सा है ।।

Some of the color in those photos is probably left,
The burden of the ends on the heart is also a little
Where is your breath free from words?
Where is someone accommodating in the streets,
Memories, promises, some stubborn intentions,
Build in clay There are some structures in soil,
Some crushes and some crushing you-I,
There is no firm color in the veins,
Whether it is something or not, but it is empty,
Some of the color in those pictures is probably left

Maze of Thoughts | Letter

Dear Friend,

There are times when I think of stars and a time when I couldn’t think about them; absurd thoughts keep coming back and forth. Restlessly, the maze of thoughts keeps haunting us from nowhere. We think of staying in our comfort zones and don’t bother to ask ourselves about dissolving questions of life.

We must not underestimate ourselves for we are the thoughts of ourselves. There is nothing more haunting than the glimpse of future but for something that is uncertain we must not destroy our present. There is nothing useful in uselessness and if there is a way: a ray of hope, which can certainly change the way certain things happen in our lives we may find out the actual cause of mountains of thoughts we keep in our heads. They keep haunting us, in a way or other; and we prefer not to talk about them. Why?? Maybe we think people who pretend to understand us don’t understand a thing of what we say to them.

There is a problem with the problems they follow once they start to follow and if you consider yourself running out of it, it will follow you to your end. There is nothing wrong about staying in your periphery but sometimes, it’s wise to gaze out of it. If you insist on doing what you do best for yourself and will continue to doing it, there is a strong chance of omitting out the primary details that keeps botching you up.

Stay Safe and Smiling.

Love & Regards,
Gautam Kumar.


Highlights : We, the people understand there is a society- of different opinions, of different political concerns, and of different perspective for news. But, if the audiences are driving these news agencies; shame on them, for they are not entitled to do that.

Let me tell you something; something about News Channels: Falsehood and a pile of rumors. When we sit in our houses howling for news on television or on social media, before we could realize, before we start reading it, we are divided by the ideology possessed by the news channels or whatever source we use. Why aren’t we speaking about it? What causes these clusters of falsehood prevail in our society, in our country, in a democracy?

We, the people understand there is a society- of different opinions, of different political concerns, and of different perspective for news. But, if the audiences are driving these news agencies; shame on them, for they are not entitled to do that. That’s completely unethical and irresponsible. It is crystal clear that these news agencies are not doing their jobs. There are news channels promoting a political party, there are others representing others.

When I sit back and listen to all of them one by one. They always drive me crazy, if you look at opinion versus news, you’ll be baffled to know there is no news, and if there is, that is so minimal to be observed. They get covered in “100 News in 10 minutes,” come on! This is the truth.

For Instance, if you observe the occurrence of an event, which was intense and reported exclusively on a channel, as soon as they run on air, they haunch back to their pre-defined motives of exclusion and inclusion. If they support a government, their bus of biasness will take you on board “for the government”, if not, you will be forced to get on. You’re intelligent enough to think if this is a great idea, you skip, then you go to the other, they’re against government, they will tell you everything you can ever think of, obviously against the government. There is nothing staying in the middle, pick your Right Wing or Pick your Left wing. Where is the news? Sorry news was exclusive, No??

Come on, aren’t you registered to a Wing?? so sad! there isn’t any NEWS channel or News agency for you. You’re pathetic, No, they are not. If you don’t have any particular wing how idiotic of you to fly in the search of true Journalism. Journalism is a butcher’s business, they honk, they run for TRPs and you don’t get to analyze their work. On the other hand, they’re honored as the Fourth pillar of democracy, yes, “THE FOURTH PILLAR OF DEMOCRACY.” How did this happen? Yes, it did happen, but “how”, is a matter of investigation, study, and analysis. Who will do the that, obviously, not You and me. I have an open comment section tell me if you know “why should we consider media as our fourth pillar of democracy?”

Now, for some of them, we must expose them, no we can’t expose them. We must not look for news, No we must- it’s our right. We must Not get deviated from the opinions they try to force on to us through falsehood, yes, we can do this, wisely. They’re garbage and pieces of pathetic shits. They underestimate people and their skills. “People watch News to get News.” It’s their basic right. But these channels and their useless scumbags who put themselves and their channels first, pushing their lines of responsibilities to inform and to educate people, they couldn’t care much. I see people sitting in remotest of remote areas, in villages and in cities, so much influenced by these channels that they can’t understand their falsehood, they’re convinced enough to see the truth in the pile of false narrative. This is sad for the future and a curse for the democracy.


Shared, Cared, celebrated,
the moments of fallen days,
nostalgically memorized,
some path traveled with an army of own,
the ruling legends, a family, not at home.
A group of persons,
met in different phases of life,
a stranger at first,
and a friend at the end.
some met at childhood,
some at young
and some will be with me until I die.
They taught and learned,
lessons and chapters,
of life and lies,
the funny, the funky,
bros and sis of mine.
With pros and cons,
with twists and turns,
we burn a lot, we fought a lot
and survived, at the best of all.
we had hard times,
we had best times,
we are growing,
we’ll have more times.
Let’s not thank,
just live along.
If life got a second,
from its end,
Let us ask for, one more friend.

Read complete poem here


Few drops of unattended thoughts,
travel all the way from the clouds of imagination,
not entertaining,
but pertaining to something within,
falls on dry hearts.


The way she passed the bridge of my memory,
I lost my way out of the senses.
The lights of courage in me was diminished,
Flaunted by the winds of first love.

Her gaze of glitters stared at me,
Like she holds secrecy of wings,
A breath that dissolved in me,
felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life.

I hated being intimated my own thoughts,
But it does happen to me,
Like a life that was not the same ever since.

She could have seen me,
A glimpse of me to her,
Or a never-ending gaze,
Could be something there,
I must have done,
But that moment of love,
Is a love that loses to win.