raat ki khali plate par
chawal se bikhare ye sitare
aur chand makhan ki dali sa
pighalta hua haule-haule
chawal se bikhare ye sitare
aur chand makhan ki dali sa
pighalta hua haule-haule
aaj ki raat
ma bahut yaad ayi
a horrendous translation again, but that’s what u’ll have to manage with starry, unless you learn hindi;)
stars, scatterred like rice
on the empty plate of night
and the moon, melting slowly
like a scoopful of butter
on the empty plate of night
and the moon, melting slowly
like a scoopful of butter
tonight
i miss mother, a lot
image courtsey, corbis.com
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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