pyaaz
bahut samay pehle
dil, dimaag, jism aur rooh
sab alag hua karte thhe
pyaaz ke chilkon ki tarah
parat dar parat
kitne tukde hua karte thhe mere
phir ek din pyaar aaya
aur pighla kar ek kar gaya mujhe
ab to sirf tu hi bacha hai bus
dil, dimaag, jism aur rooh
sab alag hua karte thhe
pyaaz ke chilkon ki tarah
parat dar parat
kitne tukde hua karte thhe mere
phir ek din pyaar aaya
aur pighla kar ek kar gaya mujhe
ab to sirf tu hi bacha hai bus
onion
a long time ago
heart, mind, body and soul
everything was separate
like onion skins
layers upon layers
so many different parts i had
then one day, love arrived
and melt me in to one being
now, only ‘you’ are left
heart, mind, body and soul
everything was separate
like onion skins
layers upon layers
so many different parts i had
then one day, love arrived
and melt me in to one being
now, only ‘you’ are left
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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