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Riddhiculous.com flowers and me

String of flowers adorned her tresses like a tiara Dusk falls, she drowns in the sea of orange Slipping into the tides of time her bare feet A wanderer she walked miles dripping with memories In the dreamlike fields of gold She found beads of love…

Riddhiculous memories

Potpourri of memories, Childhood games, Rekindled teenage flames, Leap into her head Like foggy, blurred postcards Reminiscing … Fingers scramble to fit, Inside the rusted tin jar, Fumbling with the scraps Of torn paper, old tickets, And hand written notes Revisiting… The orange sky Fading into dingy Black cloud of…

Riddhhiculous.com she is dead

Image: layoutsparks.com  As, the waves washed sand off my feet giving me the fuzzy happy feeling… I found it floating on the waves of time in a tattered old bag safely tied with iron chains… A rusted tiny lock with a heart shaped key the thrill to have found a…

Photo: google images I sat there with The bicycle bigger than me Once new, now broken Just like my dreams Of places I sat there with Loss bigger than my world Cried till my eyes Burned with the blurry pool Of guilt I can’t, Said I. He can’t, Said they….

भागती दौड़ती लोहे के सरियों पे चिंगार्हियों से खेलती कभी थमती, कभी गरजती चलती  चलाती, अनेको जीवन संजोये कभी दुआएं, कभी गुबार झेलती कभी सपने दिखाती, कभी उन्हें रफ़्तार देती इतना लगाव हमें इनसे होगया कि दुश्मन भी इसी का फायदा उठाते हैं कई बार इन्हे जला कर अपने दिल कि आग…

Riddhiculous Happiness

  Of chiffon drapes And polka dots Spattered over the Azure skies Laughter flowing In the barren fields Raining bliss into Sullen lives The shimmering String of smiles Peering through the Trying times The galloping Colours of hope Shining bright amidst Lonesome eyes Happiness has  more than one ways of…

Riddhiculous the little prince

“All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince I have always been confused, if reality sprang from imagination or imagination makes reality happen. My first brush with imagination happened when I was four and my sister narrated me the…

I am done waiting, you see : RS. I was young and naive When you showed me the world When things went rough You taught me to hold. I took what you said And followed where you lead The times though, have changed You are gone, I have stayed The…

Riddhiculous Mukhauta

  मुखौटा  कल  मेले में कुछ चेहरे देखे कुछ नए, पुराने, कुछ अलग वह चमकती आँखें जैसे सितारों को झुटला देती वह विशाल घूमता पहिंया उस में सवार मस्ती के गुब्बारे वह चीखती आवाजें जैसे चीरती आसमान करतब दिखाती वह माँ रस्सी पे चलती, नाचती नचाती उसके छनकते घुंघरू जैसे नन्ही…