Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

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

6 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

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 Remembering I have made a lot of promises up Some kept and some Still working on

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? Teache

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.....

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. 

1 “Dorji looked at the clock that had just stopped a while ago. His heart raced at an incredible speed. As he took his position, he heard a thunderous roar from the crowd. “Two shot!” shouted the referee, as he passed the ball to Dorji. He looked at the basket, took a deep breath and performed what was kind of a ritual for him before he made a free throw; he threw the ball forward with a backspin and wiped off the sweat off his forehead with both hands as the ball slowly bounced back to him. He could feel some kind of pressure mount on his shoulders but he shook it off. He looked at the basket again and as he raised the ball above his head, he felt every eye on the court fall on him. Everyone held in their breath as he let the ball fly...... “Prrrr.....” The crowd roared again, way louder this time, as Dorji made the first of the two free throws. The referee passed the ball to Dorji again as he shouted, “One shot!” This time around he felt the pressure on his shoulders in

The debate is as old as time and like time people’s perspective on it has also changed. The year is 2017 and even with the abundance of evidences; women still say that they are equal to men. Well they are absolutely wrong because they are far better. William Golding, a British author, said, “I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men. They are far superior and always have been.” Of course, if we turn back the pages of history women have been mistreated, undermined, not given equal rights,  all in all they have been under the shoes of men. But that is not because they are not better; it’s just a matter of physical strength and the ever expanding ego of men. Women can do as much as a man can and even better if you ask me. There is this picture on the internet with a group of animals; a monkey, a fish, a crocodile, a snake (to be honest I don’t remember which animals) in front of a tree. And there is this man who is saying, “To be fair to everyone, everyone has t

It’s been a weird start to my 2017. I have had so many fights with myself. I have been really struggling with finding myself and trying to comprehend what was going around me which, to be honest, has been going on for quite a while now. But I guess everything turned out fine in the end. I guess that I needed that. I know that I will face difficulties again and for the better part of the first quarter of the year people will probably think that I am still struggling. That is going to be there for sure. I won’t deny that fact and I also know that it’s going to take me down again and again. But that’s life, isn’t it? All this while, all those thoughts clouded my mind and my vision and I haven’t been able to see and think right. I still can’t do it well, so no I haven’t changed with the new year. And frankly I don’t want to, too. This is not to change and this is not to the new year. This is what I think I lost. I forgot to be thankful. I have discovered that there is this deep d