Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. Ice in my nails,. He goes to the sea side,. He puts not his fingers in the froth. But a few shells he does cheat. The sun yellows it out. It roughs out the light. He talks of love,. He mumbles passion divine,.

Thursday, October 05, 2017. Ek panne se dusre panne k beech ka faasla ho. Bistar ki khamosh silwaton me chupi karwatein ya fir,. Darwaaze par lagi doorbell se aati Teri dastak shayad,. Intezaar ki tick tock me guzarte hon lamhe. Adhuri nazmon ke beech atki hui guftugu Hai shayd,. Gazal k intezaar me bhatakti ho koi mausiki. Benoor seher me ho qaid roshan mehtaab. Khaali kandeel dhoondta ho roshan falak. Aus ki boondein timtimaati hon sitaaron par shyad,. Band lafzon me jhilmilaate hon lakhon ashq.

People come and go, talking about Michelangelo. What about the dignity of those three servants who never got justice in the first place, and the last? I was wondering does she actually care about Krishna, Rajkumar and Vijay Mandal or is it another self-righteous rant that we, the Indian middle class, are so good at. Wrote a long time back,. We are the hollow men.

Thursday, May 17, 2007. The Northern Ridge and thereabouts. December 17, 2006 dawned a grayish-blue. Then the journey commenced, walking through the parking lot towards the University Guest houses and the ridge beyond. Meanwhile we continued to marvel at sites such as the QUDSIA BAGH MOSQUE.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013. Heavy lingering souls of those beautiful women,. How is your heart more precious than mine? What have you done differently,. What magic formulae do you have? That there is a corner still in his wallet,. That clutches on to a picture of you. What is this reverence that you people receive,. All I saw was the dance of dispair. You were the one worthy of a lifetime,.