Thousands of words and hundreds of verses for the world out there to read,
and all this while its been my need.
And today I’d confess of not being a poet or a ‘writer’
but rather a fighter.
Now before you indulge in this cringy rhyme
let me lay this for you..
every now and then when life seems to get a bit much… my soul turns into a battle field and every emotion on the run find its way on the paper like blood flowing out of a wound on a cotton gauze.
And if my words touches any readers,
Dear you , I admire you for being brave enough to have acknowledged your struggles or kind enough to understand mine.
A thousand little daggers
piercing my heart,
Countless tries to pluck them apart
Not one of them turns into an art.
All our lives, at some point or other (sometimes too often) we all have wanted to be someone else,
and I say its okay,
for you must know
‘who you are’
to be be someone else.
I hope you know that ?
You know that right?
एक युद्घ है भीतर ही भीतर ..
ख़्वाहिशें भी खुद से और बगावत भी खुद से
एक तरफ अनमोल सपने और
दूसरी तरफ साहस का तराज़ू
एक पैर जमाने के साथ और
दूसरा कही मन के दलदल मे फसा हुआ..
आईने के उस पार मेरा अक्स या इस तरफ खड़ी मैं ?
It was just drizzling and I wanted to step outside.
But somehow, I coudnt.
I was looking for someone to give me a little push,
even tho I never needed one when I was little.
Time took from me the courage to offer myself to the rain.
Now it was
only thru the winds I dared, to touch the rain.