kabhi kabhi
raat mein
aansu liye sota hoon
aankh mein
subah uththa hoon
to os milti hai bikhri huyi, charon or
sometimes
at night
i sleep with tears
in my eyes
and i wake up to find, next morn
dew spread across, all around
one more time i failed. one more time i told myself that i’ll win. one more time i slept with tears in my eyes. and one more time i woke up with dreams not yet dry.
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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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