main jab sota hoon raat ko
toh meri ankhon ke aage
khali tukda rehta hai aasmaan ka
kala, gehra, raat ke rang mein bheega hua
mera aasmaan
phir main bunta hoon khwab kayi
ek ek karke
sitaron sa tangta hoon unhein
aur roshan kar leta hoon
aasman ke
apne us tukde ko main
toh meri ankhon ke aage
khali tukda rehta hai aasmaan ka
kala, gehra, raat ke rang mein bheega hua
mera aasmaan
phir main bunta hoon khwab kayi
ek ek karke
sitaron sa tangta hoon unhein
aur roshan kar leta hoon
aasman ke
apne us tukde ko main
at night, when i sleep
their lies, in front of my eyes
a part of vacant sky
black, dark, dipped in the colors of night
my sky
then i start weaving dreams, many
one by one
i hang them up like stars
and alight
that vacant part of sky,
which is mine
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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