A Lunatic Hit by a Car

In the pool of blood lies the Finger—decapitated and snatched From its owner’s hand. Whose finger was that? Every one knew nothing of the man; Every one knows something of the man. Lonely and singular finger was thumb; The nail of whose has been uprooted And now there a fly flies Shading its hazed shadow…

Basking in the Sun

There was a time, when the sun used to peeped through the clouds in a monsoon morning or when the morning was late and lazy and study books closed, I used to lie down where the pencils of the rays used to draw their lines– it might be the edge of the bed or the…

Thoughts–I

  There shall be something, right… There need to be something, right… But, where is or

Tu Kaun Hai

tu kaun hai? yeh rooh, yeh jism, yeh saansein tu hi haina ya phir koi aur hai… uthe ek kadam toh aur ek kadam- intezaar mein rahe tha hain take pehla walaka parchai use chu na sake… tu kaun hai? yeh haasi, yeh muskurahat, yes ansu tu hi to hai na- yeah phir naqaab, ek…