Kasturi | Poem Series | Part 1

Two ends of a sphere, Me and my Heart. One lives with me, one lost to never found me again.

Drops of thoughts

Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts. It's an amalgamation of a life, creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing, with pain and strains of lives. It regenerates lives, boosting energies of dead cells, and…

The thought for life, is a thought of life

A thought, to understand, the life, it's importance, it's nurture, making most out of it, getting best out of it. Let it live, in literal sense, Measuring, it's caliber, it's capacity, it's capabilities, it's wonders, it's dangers. Life, it's creation, it's does and it's don't, It's necessities, it's requites, It's purpose, a goal. It's fractions,…

वो अर्श से लेकर फ़र्श तक, बिखरने वाली मोहब्बत

आजा फिर करें एक बार, वो एक ड़ोर में बंधे, पास वाली मोहब्बत । बादलों से बरसने की, ग़ुज़ारिश वाली मोहब्बत । चिड़ियों से चहकने की, ख्वाहिश वाली मोहब्बत । वो शाम से ढलने की, ख़्वाहिसे वाली मोहब्बत । वो चाँद से चांदनी की, पूछने वाली मोहब्बत । वो अर्श से लेकर फ़र्श तक, बिखरने…

A fond adieu

Known to her, Yearning for his love, her access to love, He bestrewed her, with courage, To whisper a fond adieu. He should betake himself, into the world, of money and fame, for food, for home, for prosperity he will be residing afar. Trembling with fear, of losing him, she stares, the lamp at the…

Love happens of two kinds

One happens and lives in flesh, Other happens to fit the soul, Love happens of two kinds. One generates, to see some lives, Other happens, with the course of time, Love happens of two kinds. One managed to get the needs, other for ultimate feels. One leads to deeds and agreements, Other to fill the…

Hiraeth

She dies, to grope the time, for her beauty and infatuated life. She wants back, her little lilies, Petrichor, her small legs, and the buzzing noises, of flies and butterflies, the chirping birds, and the howling lives. she sits on her chair, for a couple of hours, an old flesh, with dusky clothes, a state…