maine barf dekhi hai to sirf
rupehle parde par girte huye
ya kitaabon, akhbaron ke
bejan pannon par
barf ko kabhi chua nahi maine
kabhi pighli nahi woh mere hathon mein
rupehle parde par girte huye
ya kitaabon, akhbaron ke
bejan pannon par
barf ko kabhi chua nahi maine
kabhi pighli nahi woh mere hathon mein
haan itna padha hai jaroor
ke barf ke koi bhi do kan
ek se nahi hote
abr se girte hain
aur sama jate hain
zameen ki gard mein
ke barf ke koi bhi do kan
ek se nahi hote
abr se girte hain
aur sama jate hain
zameen ki gard mein
maine barf ko dekha hai sirf
par kabhi jana nahi
par kabhi jana nahi
kuch lamhon ke khel ki
is sard zindagi mein
kahin main aur tum
barf ke ye tukde to nahi
kahin main aur tum
barf ke ye tukde to nahi
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.
16 Responses to "snow"