Couple of the day !

Fly...
Fly not...
Believe...
Believe me not...

Love...
Love me not...
Trust...
Trust me not...
Hear me...
Hear me not...
Just stand still...
And sway my mind...
Rest...
Will just happen

Fragile...

The delicate thread

The thread...
that holds you on one end...
and me on the other!
And I see us...
Walking in separate worlds--
Having different aims--
Living different lives--
Yet I hold on to the hope--
that your existence assures!
I prefer silence,
the route
that connects me to you!

You walk there,
I here…
and yet we take the same steps--
You are alone there,
and I am here,
and yet we crib about the same emptiness---

I leave it untouched--
like we are dried leaves of the Fall...
and will wither if touched...
It's a joy to see us,
on the ground--
picked up by different people--
kept in their notebooks--
and we release the same fragrance...
the same marks on the lined pages!
and that's what we are for---
for we  give selflessly--
and when it's all taken,
it's hard to hold on to what is left--
the reason why --
when I am fragile--
I look up at the other end of the thread...
that you've held--
Seeing me
in your eyes...

If dream's a dream...

A dreamcatcher!

 

So if dream's a dream...

it stays in the confines of our hearts....

what nurtures it..

what makes it grow...

is it the enormity of the desire...

or the willingness of the will...

because if you see it...

even with eyes wide open...

it is just out there...

hidden in the micro space..

of your life!

Last night...this day

Last night!

The night we never fell asleep..
We were not judgemental...
But keen to witness,

The chain of events...


To sit under the blanket of stars...
And admire little things...
That still make us happy...
To watch the planes take off...
And be enthralled by the advancements...
To hear and talk...
Of things which our mean lives never let us do....

Last night was a sleepless one...
We wanted to witness the horizon...
Walking amidst the mad city...
Which looked really beautiful without the hustle and bustle!
Everything at ease....

And I recorded the memories...
My blinking my eyes...
Not intending to let it go!

Doors!

Photography by Swati Singh Sambyal

Everytime I open one...
I am keen to move ahead...
For I am wandering lost...

To locate a pattern!

In a quest...
To find answers...
Opening some is finding bliss...
While some I have locked forever,
And thrown the keys away!

Yet, I move ahead...
To find the unsaid truth...
To solve the unsolved puzzles...
To face destiny!

Sock Wallet

Photography by Swati Singh Sambyal

The little sock wallet...

I hold close to my heart...

People come and go...

Make me happy..

Some disappoint...

But a handful few..

Have always been there...

In times...

Good and worst...

I hold on...

To them...

Now and forever...

that PHASE!

That phase...
when you are happy...
with what you have-

 What is lost--
you do not look behind.

What is in front...

You cherish it--
You love it--
You welcome it..
with open hands---

You change...
but you love the new changes...
You accept--
that everyday..
cannot be yours...
but its on you...
to make the most of it...

Society

Hey you!

The dreadful you---

The gory you...

The distressed you...

The hypocrite you---

The bald you---

The make-believe you!

The multi-faceted you...

The miniscule you.

When I am an I,

I am lost—

Trying to comprehend—

What precisely are you?

12 AM cooking

there's is nothing like a 12 AM maggi!

                                                             Not that I intend to...
                                                                but time stops---
                                                                   works late--
                                                                 hunger pangs--
                                                   but laziness holds me tightly---
                                                               On a look out--
                                                           of shortcuts again---
                                                                  and I see 
                                                                   MAGGI!

Sadistic Pleasure

A big trash bin...

And I bend down--

Filth…

Papers...

Knick-knacks--

Damaged goods--

How it feels?

To carry all this--

Of bearing the weight...

Of being spitted and spattered at

Of being an object--

that carries--

what is used and thrown.

If it were human--

It would have been hard--

To live a life--

which yields nothing--

You serve the best...

you derive zero from it...

and you are asked...

to let it go!

I feel better…

For the bin---

It solves the purpose..

of standing their--

It has got nothing…

to worry about--

it is an IT…

 

 

The weeping meadows!

Modified by Swati Singh Sambyal

Bapu!

For had you been breathing,

In the country,

that it has become..

Your lungs would have been choked

By the pollution---

In our surrounds,

and our hearts—

The India

that you visioned…

Is free from the chains…

But not free from clutches of corruption—

You wished to break the divide between

the rich

and the poor—

It is everlong…

Intellect is rare to find—

Everyone takes shortcuts…

Humility is hidden—

Its Rage that is visible on faces…

The lands are taken…

The rivers have dried…

They say…

for development.

And yet..everything is scarce!

People are still fighting for bare necessities…

Food…water…light..

Role models have vanished…

Everyone is a model..

Learning has diminished..

Everything is a mirage..

Had you seen this progress..

You would have had…

Tears in your eyes!

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