I returned to London after 12 yrs today and while walking the streets the feelings were ripe the thoughts and words were in a flow. There is something about these streets. Something that makes you stop and take notice.

ये गलीयाँ कितने राज़ हैं छिपाए
इन कोनों में कितनी कहानियाँ गुम हैं
हर मोर्ड पे सदीयाँ हैं बीतीं
आज जहाँ खड़े हम तुम हैं

अगर बोल पाती ये दीवारें
तो दास्ताँ क्या बयान होती
किस्से कुछ ऐसे निकलते
कि एक उम्र भी पूरी कहाँ होती

These cobbled streets

How many secrets they keep

These little dark corners

What stories they harbour

Every turn has seen centuries gone by

Today where we stand. You and I

If these walls could speak

What an epic they would spew

So many tales to tell

And lifetimes just a few.

Soul connection

Our eyes met

And we saw our soul

You saw deep inside me

I saw you whole

Not a word was said

And yet a story was told

There was no touch

Yet a strong hold


That burn on my skin

From the fire in your eyes

No questions and no doubts

Beyond the truth and the Lies


Past had no meaning

Future didn’t get a thought

A moment is all it seemed, 

and yet in it; a lifetime was caught

Forever to live!

When she stopped

Counting the seconds

And stopped watching the clock

She was no longer living like

there was no tomorrow

But started living like she had forever

And more to live


The morning runs became

a stroll that lasted for hours

as she paused to see

and smell the beautiful flowers

There was nowhere to be

And nothing urgent to see

There was a forever to live

And a forever to be


Life hadn’t passed by

And nothing was yet to be

When the limits faded away

She truly became free

I will slowly ruin you…

I am sneaky and always hungry

Not fed enough I get really angry

I make you burn the forests

that give you life

I drive you to mass horrors and

make you kill with a knife


Though only for a moment

I feed you a false sense of power

and then I am Hungry again

hungry the next very hour

You give in to my demands everyday

Bringing me more and feeding me again

You go far and beyond to meet my needs

Causing wreckage and causing pain


Yet I am never done; Never fully satisfied

I am Greed, I am here to stay

If you keep giving, I will take it all away


I blind you with the need

And I chain you with desire

I make you want more

Promising to take you higher


It’s never going to be enough

Until you have burnt all the trees

And dried up all the oceans

It’s never going to be enough

Until you have killed all that is alive

And clean air becomes just a notion


I take you to a path of destruction

That’s what I am meant to do

I am Greed and I am here

To slowly ruin you

कुछ तनहां लमहें

कुछ तनहां लमहें ऐसा साथ निभा जाते हैं

यूँही बैठे बैठे कितना कुछ सिखा जाते हैं

जब गुम से रहे हों दुनिया की भीड़ में कहीं

हमारा हमही से परिचय करा जाते हैं

कुछ तनहां लमहें ऐसा साथ निभा जाते हैं


यूँ ही बदनाम है तनहायी का साथ

जहां खुल के खुद से करलेते हैं दो बात

चलो कुछ तनहां लमहें बिताएँ

अपने ख़यालों को ज़रा परवान तो दें

यूँ ही किसी ख़्वाहिश को अंजाम तो दें


The same expression in a different language.

Moments of Silence

A few moments of silence

Are often the best companion

Take you beyond the daily pretence

and amidst the life’s busy chase

Often these moments introduce you to yourself

Ignored as lonely, these moments are often lost

The moments where you can be free with your own thoughts

Let’s cherish these silent seconds

And let our dreams take flight

Let’s live a few moments beyond

the measure of wrong and right


That’s when I am Home

When there is no approval
and no judgment
When I am all me
as flawed as I can be

When the scars are in the open
And the lines start showing
When there are no skeletons in the closet
And the greys are happily growing

When the pretence is dropped
And the soul is out and alive
When the biases are gone
And the true self is able to thrive

That’s when I am home
Not on top of a mountain
Not in a bustling city
Not in a big fancy house
Or in the grips of a lost society

When I am all of me
With all my vices and my virtue
When the goal is not perfection
But just all that is pure and true

That’s when I am home
In my heart and in my soul
That’s when I am home
When I can love me as a whole

Who AM I?

Am I the name you call me by

Or am I the body that I occupy 

Am I the mind that continues to evolve

Or am I my intellect the problems it solves


Am I my ego that continues to grow

Or am I all the things I study and know

Am I the experiences I have had

Or am I the dreams in my head


Am I the things gathered over the years

or Am I the wound that bought me to tears

Am I the things I possess 

Or am I the thoughts that I obsess


Am I my job that pays the rent

Or am I the money in my bank

Am I that everyone admires 

Or Am I that no one ever desires

Who am I?





“Time.. an abstract concept or a reality
It IS the space between was and will be
a moment and an eternity
It runs and yet goes nowhere
As much mine as yours
Spaced in minutes and spanned in hours
The most powerful healer
And the most cherished gift
enjoyed often & often dreaded
Counted in decades
in memories it’s threaded
I wonder sometimes
Do the birds cruising above, time their flight
Do they count the days and the hours in the night
Or they sore in the sky just because that’s what they do
And don’t carry the burden of time passed and what’s yet to come through
I wonder sometimes
Do the leaves on gorgeous green trees worry they will fall come cold
Or the buds resist blooming because they don’t want to get old
I wonder sometimes
If the clock didn’t tick and the hands didn’t move
Will the world stand still and lose its grove
I wonder sometimes
What if we didn’t count the seconds that passed
What if we live the IS between what will be and what was
What if we cherished the soul of life and let the flowers bloom and unfold
What if life wasn’t a timeline where we worry too much about getting old
What would it be then…An abstract concept or a reality
Lived in a moment passed in an eternity”

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