Dheeme se sapnon se jaagti hui zindagi, kitchen mein chai banne ki aahat. Subah ho rahi hai, Eid mubarak.
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Thursday, 24 September 2015
Dhaba
Punjabi cholleyan di khushbu, naal poori tallan di awaaz. Do mukka pyaaz, te dur truck da horn bajda hove.
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Thursday, 26 February 2015
Speak to me
Speak to me in whispers of the breeze,
in the dance of a monsoon tree,
in the wistful mists of a cloud,
in the golden caress of a sunbeam.
Speak to me in the poetic majesty of the Sagrada,
in the language carved on a frieze,
in the proud stillness of a campanile.
Speak to me in the boldness of the night,
in the audacity of the rain,
in the magic of the morning light.
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in the dance of a monsoon tree,
in the wistful mists of a cloud,
in the golden caress of a sunbeam.
Speak to me in the poetic majesty of the Sagrada,
in the language carved on a frieze,
in the proud stillness of a campanile.
Speak to me in the boldness of the night,
in the audacity of the rain,
in the magic of the morning light.
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Monday, 18 August 2014
I say you are beautiful
I see you,
through the places I've visited,
of the stories I've been told,
of dreams I'm yet to live,
through the lens of my soul.
I say you are beautiful,
through the way I've learnt to smile,
the way I know how to breathe,
the way I know what's wrong, what's right.
Monday, 11 August 2014
Have you ever dated a city ?
exploring every corner till you found its soul, and fell in love with it.
Have you ever dated a city ? Watch as she woke up lazily on a Sunday,
Wistfully smile as she hugs another stranger, then smiles back at you.
Sunday, 29 June 2014
Her stories
She told me her stories a dozen times
About her fears, her dreams, her smooth lines.
Years after she is gone, and her scent doesn't fill my thoughts, those stories are still mine.
Friday, 13 June 2014
Why can't I be content like that ?
It's early morning, cool wind blowing
Humanity's asleep, the day is waking
A parrot on the wire, slowly swaying.
There's gentle sunlight, the sea is waving
A lady parrot flies in, sweetly chirping
They rub beaks together, they're simply loving
Why can't we be calm like that ?
Why can't I be content like that ?
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