Among the sediment of sentiments

Among the sediment of sentiments
Bahut ro liye hum ne aansoo
Poori na hui jo humaari aarzoo
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Finely woven fibres
Growing in dark corners
Of the mind
Delicately intricate strands
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There was a time I’d write.
Furtively.
With fountain pen and India ink.
On handmade paper. Continue reading →
My heart
It once came across an angel
White wore she
Her halo intact
Her aura glowed
Pure and pristine
A hand reaches down.
And picks them up, gingerly, gently, with care.
A fractured fragment.
A shattered shard.
Brittle, broken, ruptured remnants.
Places them in order. Continue reading →
I’d rather write a thousand words
And have you draw that one picture
On the canvas of your mind
You know that familiar scalloped shape
Tapering to a point
Colour it a crimson
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See that wad of paper on the floor?
Crushed, crumpled, forlorn and alone,
Cast aside and thrown away, ignored, stepped upon…
Without the dignity of being put in a bin,
Where it can lie hidden, in wait of recycling.
It was once a fresh, crisp sheet. Continue reading →