my mother armed with loneliness walks around like a suicide bomber holds me tight at night like memories of her childhood almost crushing me to death with her my roommate [ … ]
A ghazal by Jaun Elia
अभी इक शोर सा उठा है कहीं कोई ख़ामोश हो गया है कहीं है कुछ ऐसा कि जैसे ये सब कुछ इस से पहले भी हो चुका है कहीं तुझ [ … ]
Art and the Artist
Art is important but is it more important than the safety, security and mental health of the lives destroyed by an abusive artist? More than 250 powerful people—252 to be [ … ]
I Hope I Die With Them
I woke up this morning and I did not wake her up. I woke up this morning and she did not ask me for 2 more minutes of that dream. [ … ]
Closing My Ladies
It wasn’t a deliberate choice. Nor was it subjective to choose her in every piece of his. Her, woman, who depicts every painting and embodies the substance and its gravity [ … ]
His lady and the moon
[ Read the poem as if it were describing a woman ] A pearl in a stroke Acting as a consort of his She dances all night to the silence [ … ]
words
So I have been wanting to put down these words That I carry around like a boulder On my shoulder and on my head Digging through my skull every now [ … ]
Baaton ko baate hi rehne do
Baato ko baate hi rehne do, Jo dil me paal liya inko, To chot tumhe lag jaegi, Or jo chot lagi to koi baat nahi, Yaade ban kar bas jaengi, [ … ]
Aadat
अँधेरे में जीने की आदत सी हे हमें, उजाला मत करना;बुझाने की आदत सी हे हमें। खुश नही है हम अपनी कामयाबी से, इसीलिए तो दूसरों को गिरने की आदत [ … ]
કોને ખબર?
જો આવતી ક્ષણની કોઇને નથી ખબર, તો આવતી કાલની હોય કોને ખબર? સંબંધોની સાચી કિંમત આ યુગમાં હોય કોને ખબર? ક્યારે કોની કેવી જરૂર પડે તેની કોને ખબર? સંપત્તિની દોડમાં [ … ]