Thursday, 26 October 2017

Ay mere nadan dil
Akhir chahata kya hai tu zindagi se
Na tu kisi ki sunta hai
Na kisi ko kuch bata ta hai
Kabhi bohot jaldi mein rehta hai
Kabhi dhuniya idar ki udar ho jati hai
Aur tu wahi ka wahi rehjata hai
Kabhi tu khushi ki asoo baha ta hai
Toh kabhi gam mein dhooba rehta hai
Kabhi bheed mein tu tanha rehta hai
Toh kabhi tanhayi mein ek yar miljata hai tujhe
Kabhi tu logo ko haasa ta hai
Aur kabhi unko rulata hai tu

Kehne ko toh hum bhi ek shayar hai
Par mahino mein ek shayari bhi na lik paaye

Jab dil se kuch likta hoon
Toh yeh dimaag poochta hai
Bhai, duniya kya sochegi?
Saab ko kush karna seehklo

Aur jab dimaag se likta hoon
Toh yeh dil kehta hai
Bhai, kya tujhe sahi mein aisa laag ta hai?
Apne aap ko bhi khush karna seekhlo

Dil ki soonu ya dimaag ki
Khud ke liye likhoon
Ya likhoon sab ke liye

Wednesday, 16 August 2017


As the bus halted near what looked like an abandoned school gymnasium, somewhere inside the old town, the coach instructedthe boys to do some warm up drills inside the gym.
“I will go and talk with your opponents for today, who should be on the other side of the building.” The coach left before the boys could ask anything.
“Thank god, we are not here to clean or repair these worn out buildings.” Dawa sighed.
“Well boys, you heard the coach. Looks like we will be playing ball today. Let’s warm up.” Penjor, the team captain from the previous seemed like the right person for the job that year as well. He lead the warm up exercises and drills very efficiently.
Fifteen minutes into the warm up drills, the coach walked in. He didn’t look like he was there to coach the team, instead he looked like he was there to play against them. He was followed by a group of middle aged men, all wearing the same uniform. And at the end of the line Chophel and Dawa saw an undeniably familiar face.
“Phew! Looks like we’ll be screwed bro.” Dawa said as he nudged Chophel with his elbow.
“Learn to lose before you learn to win.” Chophel thought out loud.
The other boys looked confused.
“The man at the end of the line is Chophel’s father. He was our first basketball coach and in fact the one who got us into basketball in the first place,” Dawa explained, “And what Chophel said right now is what uncle told us after he thrashed us in our first ever basketball match.”
“How old were you guys?”
“Five.” Chophel and Dawa said in unison.
“Don’t worry boys, we are younger, quicker and even taller than most of them.” Penjor said as he observed the men warming up at the other end of the court.
“I just hope the others are not as good as uncle Sonam.”
“Hey Dawa, you saw my dad’s team photo at my house, right?”
“Well, take a closer look at our opponents.”
“No way!!!! They are still playing?
“Guys, guys,” Penjor interrupted, “don’t get worked up over some have beens. You two can sit out today if you are that sacred.”
“Happily!” in unison which made the other boys laugh.

“So that’s what ‘learn to lose before you learn to win’ means, huh?” Penjor half said and half asked as he and the rest of the team sat down after the game.
The boys were out scored 73 to 10 at the end of the match.

On the way back the coach told the boys that practice timings might change every day and that they should keep an eye on the notice board.

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

When I am Up there

After a slow and satisfying walk
I sit down
And lose myself in the scenery
I see clouds changing shape and
The sunlight
Piercing the clouds
The wind hits me in the face
And I close my eyes
I am happy in that moment
I try capturing what I see when I am
Up there
But it never comes out the way I want it to
In pictures or on page
So I decide to just be in the moment
I look down and trace the path back home
Then to familiar houses
I have made a lot of promises up
Some kept and some

Still working on

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

I hate it when people make grammatical errors. And I hate it more when they mis-spell words. I mean I know everyone is not perfect but what's happening these days on social media is too much for me to take. I can accept spelling errors to some extend, for example, if someone spells "receive" as "recieve" then we can understand the confusion. And at this point I am even kind of okay (only as I am writing this)  with some of the shortcut spellings like "luv" instead of love because they do sound a bit similar and saves a lot of time and  "luv" doesn't mean anything else (to my knowledge). But "when are you cuming?" SERIOUSLY!!??? Behind my phone I am like, "I don't want to but if it's really important to you I can make it in 5 minutes." (If you know what I mean). Consider what the word you just spelt means too.
I know you guys are saving time so that you can save the world or something but you know what? Teachers taught you to spell words correctly for a reason (*no Hoobastank, not now). They wouldn't have bothered with the writing curriculum if you could just spell words however you wanted to. If not they could have just done the reading and speaking part and be done with. They could have saved time for themselves and done something better than you guys.

Saturday, 6 May 2017

I want to sit by the window
On a cool rainy night
Like today
With you by my side
Drinking out of our cups
Me coffee and you
Lemon tea
I'll put my hand out the window
Collect raindrops in my palm
And sprinkle them on you
Trying to get you to talk
And end the silence
And then just talk.....

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Did you ever feel like someone is following you? Like a pair of eyes are always on you? I do. I always feel like there’s a pair of eyes always on me. And maybe that’s why I always kind of censor my actions. And sometimes even the things that I am kind of good at, I feel like I am doing them just to impress those eyes.
God? A ghost? Or just my own conscience? Or a really good stalker? Which one are you?
And this might sound crazy but I like talking to them sometimes. Because I don’t feel alone anymore. It’s always nice to have someone to talk to.

This is not something I started feeling recently, I have had this feeling since forever. I just didn’t share it with anyone, not one soul. Sometimes I feel like I am not who I appear to be in front of others or for that matter even myself.