Words are floating...

Words are floating

in the void of my mind

my heart

in the nooks and corner

of my body

between the cavities

and in my veins!

Words are floating

in the spaces around me

in my studio

between the stacked canvases

in the balcony

between the pots

in the kitchen

between the bottled spices

and even in my car

between the seats!

Words are floating

every where!

I feel them

see them

meet them

every where!

Constantly

talking to me

sometimes

telling a story

sometimes

weaving a verse

or even a haiku!

Words are floating

like the

monsoon winds

laden with moisture

ready to come down

on paper

get immortalized

black on white!

Words these words

are just floating

eluding

the pen and its ink

scared

to face the world!

Words are floating

like my thoughts

as I wait

for the cloud burst

to drench

the paper

and along with it

my soul!

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"Love you" doesn't mean love anymore!!

We live in strange times what is seen is never shown what is heard, never said what is felt is not what's expressed "Love you" doesn't mean love anymore "hate you" doesn't mean hate either "sorry" is no longer a regret "thank you" no more an expression of gratitude "I am ok" never means things are alright and nothing is well in "I am well" and "all is well" "nice" no longer is so nice, and "that's ridiculous" may not be that bad A lifetime is spent deciphering meanings Reading between the lines and looking beyond the words Is a skill essential straightforward conversations are rare and life status always complicated... ...because We live in strange times...here "Love you" doesn't mean love anymore!! (c) shubhra December 24, 2015

अप्रैल का महीना

अप्रैल का महीना थोड़ा नर्म थोड़ा गर्म सन्तरा भी मिलता है और आम भी गोभी भी और भिंडी भी गरम पानी से नहाते है और कार में ऐसी चलाते हैं नए साल के प्लान बनाते हैं बीते साल के बही खाते टटोलते हैं अप्रैल का महीना थोड़ा नर्म थोड़ा गर्म ऐसे ही एक साल काफी गरम था अप्रैल का महीना अस्तित्व पिघला पहचान पिघली आमदनी पिघली लावा ही लावा था सब तरफ महीने बीते जलते जलते... फिर इस लावे में कुछ रंग मिलाए कुछ हिम्मत जुटाई कुछ इरादे किए कुछ मदद मांगी काफी तपस्या की काफी कुछ त्यागा इस अप्रैल के महीने से शुरुआत हुई एक नए सफर की मालूम नहीं था तब क्या अंजाम होगा सही गलत, अच्छा बुरा कौन जाने बस रंगों के साथ उधेडः-बुन में लग गए कभी जद्दोजहद, मायूसी, नाकामयाबी कभी पुरूस्कार, तारीफ और छोटी छोटी खुशियां कई पड़ाव पार किये... आज इस अप्रैल के महीने में आज ही के दिन पंद्रह साल पूरे हुए उस पिघलती दोपहर के जब ज्वालामुखी फटा था और लावा बहा था वहाँ आज एक न...

Anything but deceit…

Anything but deceit… I have forgotten you; Well almost. But, your memories, when they come, they sweep me unexpectedly like a storm. Events swirl in my mind with a flurry like the leaves that whirl with the force of the wind. Hurriedly I shut all the windows of my mind just as I would have done at home at the onset of a storm. The mind gets hazy and brown. The heart beats faster and face gets flushed red with rush of blood. Anger, hatred and disgust fill my thoughts. Just as rains succeed the summer dust storms, the storm within calms down as tears flow. Still, after all these years? Yes. How I wish I had lost you to anything but this. I ask myself questions. What if you’d gone off to some distant land, some road that was calling out your name, and a forbidden country from which no return was ever possible? Or if you had died, in a plane crash or in a road accident or just plain naturally? Then you’d be the man I thought you were and I, the woman that I want to be. I would have cried....

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