sab kuch ulta ho gaya hai
aankhen, jo ban gayi hain honth mere
aur honth, jo ban gaye hain aankhen
aankhen, chhu ke aati hain baar-baar
aur honth, padhte rehte hain bus
us chaand chehre ko
is shareer ishq ne
sab ulta kar diya hai
everything has turned upside down
eyes, that have turned into lips
and lips, that have turned into eyes
eyes, caress it many times
and lips, keep on reading
that moon-face only
this impish love has
turned everything upside down
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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