Thursday, February 28, 2013

Ran out of rhythm, ran out of rhyme,
Ran out of reason, and ran out of time.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Between the instant
When you fall from the sky,
And the one
When you cover the dry,
There's one
When you cross my eyes.
Which I wish would never pass by.
Rain|Balcony|Chai.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Journey

Some journeys are undertaken for business. There are many that are done for leisure, and then there are few that are done for love of some form. These ends that we set out for, are sometimes realized, and we return feeling victorious, having got what we desired. There are other times, when we return having lost everything, or at least more than we intended to anyway. But I have come to believe, through my travels, that irrespective of the ends, each journey imparts us something that we didn't know we wanted in the first place. I do not have a word for it. Closest I could think of is mileage. But this is probably why each journey is an end in itself. And this is probably why, I am not inclined to live a life where traveling augments staying; but instead one in which staying augments traveling.



Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Coding by the sill on a lonely evening

Whose codes these are I think I know,
They have been dead for a while though;
They will certainly not mind me throwing
Their sub-routines out of the window.

My computer must think it queer,
To attempt this task without fear,
Between a rock and a hard place,
The longest evening of the year.

I give the compiler a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
Tired itself, it responds in a ages,
Several warnings and error messages.

The bed is lovely, warm and crêpe,
But I have deadlines to keep,
And files to code before I sleep,
And files to code before I sleep.


(with apologies to Robert Frost)

Friday, April 27, 2012

Happy Birthday.

There's no price in cash or gold,
Of all our years bought and sold,
As we celebrate the feeling,
Of staying young and growing old.

Monday, April 16, 2012

क़ाफ़िला

आज फिर चला शब्दों का एक क़ाफ़िला.
अनजानी किसी जगह से,
आया दिल की ओर.
कागज़ की तरफ किया रुख़
और बन गया स्याही की डोर.

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