Wanderer.

Kis cheez ki talaash hai
pata nahi kya
main roz har kaam mein
dhoondhti hu apni duniya

pehenti hu branded kapde
hai dimaag bhi acha bhala
sab kuch hai shayad mere paas
lekin phir dhoondhti hu kya?

phirti hu banjaaran jaise
hai makaan mera banjara hills pe
par yeh kyun nahi pata
ki ghar mera hai kaha

dhoondhti hu shayad sukoon
sochti hu bas yahi ruk jaaoo kisi tarah
bohot koshishey ki
par milti nahi waisi jagah

yeh kyun nahi pata
ki ghar mera hai Kaha.

yeh kyun nahi pata
ki ghar mera hai kaha...

The corner of First and Devon...

This part of the road somehow suddenly started to build up heat, despite of it being a cold winter night. It seemed like it reached its pinnacle when he sweared back at her.  He paused for a moment and stared deep into her ocean eyes,  while the temperature suddenly dropped down again.

"Go away,  and never see me again", she said curtly - literally holding herself together.

"Yes. I shall never", he said,  took a step away from her, rushed towards the car and drove away really fast.

It was colder than ever now.

big fight...
a name on whatsapp
disappears there after.

Black

I put black in a person and tried to write this...

I am black. I may seem very calm and comfortable when you look at me,  but on the inside there is a tornado of extreme emotions and sometimes utter confusion. You look at me and think how cool,  because I look like I'm 17 all the time.

I can take pain because I want to feel. I want to feel friendship, love, happiness, joy - anything, but I don't want to be numb.

I am strong. I have been in and out of depths of darkness,  but I've always chased the glitter - that eternal beam of light,  and bounced back as much as I could because I do not want to be numb.

I am intelligent, but I don't talk much. I paint, I write, I sketch,  but I am not loud.  I do my work quietly, creatively and silently because most of the times my work speaks for me.

I am not messy,  but sometimes appear so because I don't care about trivial things in life like my hairstyle or my clothes. But I do have a tendency to care deeply about things that are close to my heart.

I love deeply - I cannot let go off someone,  who has touched my heart,  for eternities. I may appear shy or boring or even gothic at first,  but once a friend is always a friend with me. I can walk miles to see an old best friend and find conversation start just where we stopped.

Although I can forgive but never forget,  I don't keep grudges.  I may seem very cold on the outside, but on the inside I am as warm as the early morning sun on your face when you are just out of bed.

I am most misunderstood among all the other 'colours' because I don't explain - I just don't feel the need to sometimes.

I am sometimes short tempered,  but that's because I am very sensitive. I listen very attentively and quietly when I feel we are making sense. I mostly like quiet, but I need to feel adrenaline every now and then, so I get wild sometimes.

I am classy,  I am black, I am darkness, I am beautiful.

I am strong,  and I am always there.

I am the Dark Knight, and I am proud of it.

What color am I?

Different shades of different colors sometimes is me,
So many colors at one particular time also you'll see.

Sometimes I'm red, hogging all the attention,
But sometimes I'm grey and like to hide,
Sometimes I'm blue all royal and neat, and sometimes I'm black - going emo with all my might.

They say pick one, which I just cannot do,  but still they do suggest,
But I take it lite, and wonder if otherwise I'd be so adventurous.

The tree in the picture

I am the tree in the picture, and I am all alone,
There used to be others like me here, so when I think of it I mourn.

It used to be all green and blue as far as I would see,
But the flood washed away all of my kind,  but somehow let me be.

My leaves are gone,  the roots are soar, but my branches - still strong,
My bark is withered, I am very sick,  but I've held on since long.

Others like me,  on that horrifying night,  gave up easily,
If they did hold on with all their might,  tonight I'd have some company.

All Brand New

My first haibun :)

She bends on her knees to kiss you on the cheek, sets your hair right,  takes your hand and transfers it gently into someone else's, who will take it from there.

music class...
tracing dotted curves
until I see her face again.

Grass is greener on the other side

The grass is greener on the other side
no matter how good you are,
there is always something else which feels more right,
of that we can be sure.

In winter, it's the summer
and in summer, the winter,
The other side it has to be,
a little cooler when it's brighter.

The poor thinks rich and the rich thinks peace,
no matter where we stand,
always the other side it is.
For curly, it's straight and straight thinks zing,
for the fair it's the tan,
and the happiness it would bring !

For most people, it's the childhood they run after,
And for a child, it is all in the eagerness to grow older.
For short it's tall, and for fat it's thin,
we see something better and there! It begins.

Why don't we just take a break,
step out of ourselves and see,
the beauty which is withheld,
and tell ourselves,
"The Grass may be greener on the other side,
But this is what makes me, ME! "