Personal Belongings

At arrival, it felt as if we had lodged in a hotel. Things were shiny, alien and neatly laid out. and with the flow of the sand , we never knew when the house turned into a home. our stray hair on the basin, a needle on the couch, old teddy in the corner, birthday mug in the sink...

The air suffused with our smells, our finger prints on the walls, our thoughts on the bookshelves...

Kya Kahen?

kabhi dard ki syahi sey kagaj rang diya,

kabhi aasuoney shabdoon ko seech diya,

kalam sey bhi ukera kuch dubbe khayal,

to kabhi batoh batoh mein kuch panktiyaan rach gayi,

ho chuki hai numaish sarey rasoon ki ,

soch mein hai behrupiyaan ki ab kya rang dikhaye