छोटा सफ़र हो लम्बा सफ़र हो सूनी डगर हो या मेला याद तू आए, मन हो जाए भीड़ के बीच अकेला...

A curated cellar of musings.
छोटा सफ़र हो लम्बा सफ़र हो सूनी डगर हो या मेला याद तू आए, मन हो जाए भीड़ के बीच अकेला...
Ye hanste huye phool ye mahka hua gulshan ye rang mein aur noor mein dubi huyi raahe ye rang mein aur noor mein dubi huyi raahe ye phoolon ka ras pee ke machalte huye bhanwre ye phulo ka ras pee ke machalte huye bhanwre Mein dhoon bhi to kya dhoon tumhe, e-shokh —nazaro le de…
Disclaimer: My lens aperture got all miotic on me during the old city part of the sojourn. Yet a part of me is sure that a visual encounter with the Qutb-Shahi's city did happen. That dreamy encounter would religiously occupy the contents of another post. A Gentle cauldron of culture— part stone, part water. A…
Stuck in a rathole Crowded, surrounded, strangulated Rats all over Rules are a misstatement Rats crawl, push, prod and exist Am a non-rat Dropped into Ratisthan I will convert... Convert into a Rat But I wait till then Stuck in my alien cubicle.
I inhale an image. A curious one. A curious, addicting comfort. A mud pie of pleasure, charm, and void. The mirror. A piece of glass. A piece of glass, that occupies Occupies an exalted proximity. Proximity, yes! A mirror’s proximity. Mirror that ingested a part of you. “Image do melt, melt unto me.” For Image’s…
The road extends, Continues to devour you. A dangling muse engages. My eyes succumb, To the far-reaching and vanishing vision. The flavor of the earth knocks. Ever bountiful drive, plentiful thy offering!
We occasionally get to know about a person or a deed, which we refer to as “Evil”. These deeds or the people associated with them possess a moral compass, which is in total dissonance with that of ours’s. Though these minorities might be a subset to the society that encompasses them, we often, comfortably, consider…