Lost niche...

Who's who...

pretenders...

Are we?

Not letting go...

What is gone!

Not withstanding

right against wrong--

Trying hard--

for the lost niche..

That is within...

Drawing inspiration..

not from the inner will

but the hyperspace--

and so..

We lie..

Encircled..

Engrossed..

Not enlightened..

Like the dry twigs...

Waiting for spring!!

Predator

Photography by Swati Singh Sambyal

 

No religion..
Allows human
To disrespect
The sanctity of others!

It is the animal...
The ferocious one..
That resides in all of us...
Hungry for blood,
Money and space...

Because hope is white!

Photography by Swati Singh Sambyal

Not running away...
Not Chasing anything...
Just desperate for my survival
in this world of snatchers and thieves...
Painting pictures...
Jotting words down..
Because nothing else brings out more life...
This somewhere seems far...
My map has no lines...
I'll try...
Because hope is white...

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!