the garden.

I kept on walking in that deserted land,Land with a shallow ground, a facade,A facade so shiny and alluring, almost unreal,So unreal that it could be true, a miracle,But miracles don't exist, do they? A lie.A beautiful lie, a home for my thoughtsFor all my desires beyond the right and wrongThat garden which Rumi was … Continue reading the garden.

fake it till you make it.

I've never been an outdoor person. I liked staying at home and watching TV instead of going out and playing cricket or any other game for that matter. That effected my body growth of course but it gave me the chance to be with myself a lot. I used to read and watch films. Being … Continue reading fake it till you make it.

.जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं?

ये कूचे, हं हं, घर दिलकशी केये कूचे, ये नीलाम घर दिलकशी केये लुटते हुए कारवां ज़िंदगी केकहाँ हैं, कहाँ हैं मुहाफ़िज़ खुदी केजिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं?कहाँ हैं, कहाँ हैं, कहाँ हैं?ये पुरपेंच गलियां, ये बदनाम बाज़ारये गुमनाम राही, ये सिक्कों की झनकारये इसमत के सौदे, ये सौदों पे तकरारजिन्हें नाज़ … Continue reading .जिन्हें नाज़ है हिन्द पर वो कहाँ हैं?

I'm always told I'm precious,They say I'm worth more than I have,They all glance at me,My legs and my chest,I can feel them eyes on me,Gazing at me,Unbuttoning my blouse,And opening my skirt,I can feel their heart racing,Heavy breaths as they adjust their manhood,They shower me with compliments,How pretty I am and how my eyes … Continue reading