darr laga rehta haius shikari se,
waqt kehte hain jise.
kahin le na jaaye apne sath
ehsaas ke kisi panchi ko.
tabhi toh, qaid kar leta hoon main
kagaj par, shabdon ke is pinjare mein
teri har yaad ko.
waqt kehte hain jise.
kahin le na jaaye apne sath
ehsaas ke kisi panchi ko.
tabhi toh, qaid kar leta hoon main
kagaj par, shabdon ke is pinjare mein
teri har yaad ko.
in fear
of the hunter
who is named time,
what if, he carries along
some bird of feeling mine?
that is why
in this cage of words
each memory of yours, i confine.
the bird of feeling here, took off from the previous poem itself…
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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