ek din
main apne
teesri mazil ke ghar se
neeche utra
gali se hote huye
chhoti sadak par, aur phir
badi sadak par pahuncha
aur sama gaya
is mahanagar ki
vikraal andhi mein
jo
mere hi jaise
tinkon se milke bani hai
main apne
teesri mazil ke ghar se
neeche utra
gali se hote huye
chhoti sadak par, aur phir
badi sadak par pahuncha
aur sama gaya
is mahanagar ki
vikraal andhi mein
jo
mere hi jaise
tinkon se milke bani hai
one day
i descended
from my third floor house
and from the by lane
to the connecting road,
reached the main road
and merged into
this mega city’s
horrendous dust storm
which
is formed
by coming together
of specks like me
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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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