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A woh-begone tale. How words have a certain meaning; and the moment we interpret one word the other way, things go upside down. Meanings switch and ideas change. We all know a dog is a dog because the moment we utter the words or see them written we have an…

Picture from the internet   The day he came Restless she waited She longed for the one With whom she was mated The night he left Together they were slated But duty called first Before they consummated He emerged glorious From the battle field And stormed to conquer The one…

I wrote the last para of what began last night… ..this is how the entire thing should read now बरसात की कुछ बूँदें मेरे आईने पर उतर आईं सौ बार छुपाया पर परछाई से न छुप पायीं लव्जों ने लबों पे आना छोड़ ही दिया है मानो आंखों के ज़रिये…

बरसात की कुछ बूँदें मेरे आईने पर उतर आईं सौ बार छुपाया पर परछाई से न छुप पायीं लव्जों ने लबों पे आना छोड़ ही दिया है मानो आंखों के ज़रिये दिन रात बहा करते हैं Hinglish: for people who can’t read the script but can understand it Barsaat ki…

I can never forget that silly, little, preposterous rhyme I was told, when I was a kid, “mummy, mummy bhook lagi, khaaley beta moongfali, moongfali mein dana nahin …” (Mother, I am hungry, have a groundnut..ok it sounds worse when translated. I might as well leave it. ) Wondering or…

Why is Apple juice orange? Too orange, yes it looks pretty, and very clear. Yes, very clean. But, why is it orange? Aren’t oranges supposed to be orange? No orange juice ain’t no red? Apples are also green, also golden. Is orange juice ever golden green? Apple juice does taste…

riddhiculous.com twiliight

There are some things about twilight that I like. No, I dislike. Ok I like and dislike. Things I like to do when its twilight 1) Write. Read a book. No a short story instead. 2) Listen to music- Bob Dylan, Billy Joel, Lucky Ali- in the same order. 3)…

Just saw a few kites in the sky. A fleeting thought. A kite. It comes It goes Like a vision it fades It dips It soars Like a hope it dawns Yawns 🙂 seriously tired Good night.. though it rhymes:)

        All rain drops are, Never the same They differ In meaning And in names Some are Radiant Sublime Nice And beautiful Some are Happy Exciting Twinkling And blue For many Brood Crib Curse And mull While others bring Hope Joys Smiles And tears To me, they…

समंदर की लहरें वह बूदी शाम एक मुस्कुराता चेहरा लाल, गुलाबी गुब्बारे गीली रेत की खुशबू हवा में बहता- लहराता लाल रेशमी दुपट्टा बहती बेताब नज़रें समझा उड़ते परिंदों को अपना कभी कोई शाख, तो कभी आसमा में गुम होगये कहीं… काली रात के तेज सन्नाटे में अंखियों में जुगनू…