शीशे के सामने बैठीं तुम
और तुम्हारे बाल बनाता मैं
बातें करते
कुछ नया सीखते
ज़िन्दगी बांटते
कितना कुछ, सुलझाते जाते हम
और तुम्हारे बाल बनाता मैं
बातें करते
कुछ नया सीखते
ज़िन्दगी बांटते
कितना कुछ, सुलझाते जाते हम
little, simple, everyday things are much more important than yearly celebrations and shopping trips to the mall. sadly, we don’t realise this often. this poem saves one such moment about life, for life…
in front of the mirror you sit
a comb through your hair i flit
talking
learning
sharing
untangling life, bit by bit
image copyright Chandrasekhar Acharya
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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