कहाँ से आए थे और कहाँ तक जाएँगे... ज़िन्दगी के इस सफ़र में कितने दिलो में हम बस जाएँगे। ये दुनिया तो बस एक तमाशा है और हम इसके रंग में ही रंग जायेंगे... आए थे रोते हुए और रुला कर चले जाएँगे। हर रास्ते पर मिलेंगे तुम्हे कई राही लिख रहे होंगे वो भी … Continue reading ज़िंदगी
तेरी मेरी मुलाकात देख हवा में भी नमी सी है क्षण भर का रहा साथ अब फिर तेरी कमी सी है - Srishti Garg ( क़तरा ) Photograph by Alwina Kathuria.
From the day you decided to leave to the day you actually left. I broke down into a hundred thousand ways . Each time your gestures tried to hint at the coming of the end, I chose to turn a blind eye to them. I agree with you that it was not your fault but … Continue reading Broken
Twenty years ago, A boy came into our lives. While standing in the middle of that great hall, Had we imagined that we would be having our forever- always? Looking just like his father but had his mother's eyes, Maybe he was the chosen one, Something that people would call him in the later years, … Continue reading Twenty years ago…
It dwells inside, the biting fear, Spreading, growing, with every withheld tear, Suppressing voices that would rebel, The battle was lost once all swords fell, Winter's come in the spring of life, Snow's turned scarlet but nothing stops the strife, Dead is the ground beneath the steely sky, And yet I walk I know not … Continue reading
In the end, Isn't it just about the truth and the lies? The truth hidden, And the lies spoken aloud. For some an escape, For some a prison of their own thoughts and guilt? But is it so easy to draw a line, Between all those truth and lies, All mixed up in our hearts … Continue reading Truth and the lies
The abandoned cycle speaks of many stories but my favourite one is as sad as it is gory the little girl who fell to her death, wrapped up in a little white dress, pushed off the construction site, her scream lingering long after her demise. The walls crumbled to grieve their short-lived guest and the … Continue reading Death smells of lilies
