Wandering

I always thought that scenes in the movies when the protagonists stood looking over themselves was a little far fetched till I found myself in that very same balcony where it all started. ┬áThere I was looking at myself ....at the scene when we sat there making plans, giving final touches to something that was… Continue reading Wandering

Kaifi

Many years before I knew anything about poets or Urdu shayari, there was a song I loved and watched over and over whenever it played on Chitrahaar. Tum inta joh muskura rahe ho....was simply haunting, clinging on to you even after it ended. In the voice of the iconic ghazal singer Jagjit Singh, the song… Continue reading Kaifi

do Lavz….two words

I call myself Some.....a simple 4 letter word. It means I am unspecified. Although I do mean things, they are just unspecified at the moment. These undefined things made up of a few outlines, include the undefined place I come from or the undetermined place of my origin or most importantly the unknown places I… Continue reading do Lavz….two words

The Price

It starts as an innocent pursuit, a humble desire akin to a butterfly in its cocoon, small and vulnerable. Affirmations act like the morning sun, small victories like spring water, and hope as fresh air. Riding on a wave of dreams and aspirations, each obstacle seems like a chance to prove your mettle and every… Continue reading The Price