A blend of poetry with life
★ Director: Lana WachowskiWritten By: Lana Wachowski, David Mitchell & Aleksandar HemoCast: Keanu Reaves, Carrie Ann Moss, Neil Patrick Harris & some kids no one cares about. Plot: Neo and Trinity are stuck in the matrix again leading separate lives. Neo - a renowned game designer who designed the game upon his own life (The… Continue reading The Matrix Resurrections – A Movie Review
जिंदगी नही मिली पर जिंदा हूं मैं आसमान का टूटा हुआ परिंदा हूं मैं लोग पीते रहे खुशनुमा महफिलों में महफिलों से भी तो शर्मिंदा हूं मैं। इस कदर पत्ते शाखों से टूट जाते थे जैसे सिर्फ फूलों की खुशबुओं का इंतजार हो कफन भी ना भीग पाए अश्कों से जहां ऐसे बेदर्द ज़माने का… Continue reading ज़माने
बात तो अब बहुत पुरानी है इक खोए हुए वक्त की रवानी है बहता था वो शख़्स हर उस हवा की साथ पहुँचाती जो भी उसकी फ़रियाद दूआओं के साथ के बस परिन्दों-से ख़याल मिलें ख़ाली आसमानों में उड़ते उड़ते वरना रख़ा ही क्या है ज़मीन की मोहब्बतों के साथ।
Wrote this years ago. Those were the days when passions ran very high and I was still not exposed to the nefarious ways of the world. When the world and the people in it had still not corrupted my mind. When my likings were pursued by me with pure passion. Can't believe I found this!
Every time and again you love me, you say, I light up then, like a warm summer's day. In the minutes that come, I am like a kid, so full of joy and having fun. That fun is so much more than you think, it is blissful, joyous, serene, cheery, sprightly, exuberant. I pop a smile… Continue reading A Fool still in Love
A poem told in the third perspective. A man and a woman loved each other but the woman then suddenly leaves to get married to someone else, leaving the man heartbroken, in despair and alone, breaking all the vows she made with him in the process. The woman thus, without hesitation, marries someone else as if the man did not matter, without any qualms for what she was doing.
When you are happy to sit through, alone among lots of friends, fake. And you don't feel the need, to depend for depending's sake. When all your expectations are turned to dust, yet to feel you incurred no loss. It takes no toll to sit with comfort, to ponder upon expectation's cause. When you are… Continue reading Dauntless
Her eyes reflected the love of mine, that tumultuous ocean in her gaze. I went out of this embodied self, and yearned to get out of that selfish maze. I reap what I sowed of all my seeds deep, to love or anguish comes to me, and I plead. Ha! The angelic bells the farthest… Continue reading Beholden
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