Showing posts from 2015

Those 8.3 minutes...

That winter morning, I waited for it to reach my window,
Every moment felt like eternity,
it just reached my window pane, and my pains vanished,
the birds who were waiting like me, flew together,
in lovely patterns, which just happened.
There was joy, as the sun reached the earth, the flowers opened up again,
in those long 8.3 minutes!
(- Khs, November, Delhi)

The War

Rama returned from a war,
to see light, but,
he experienced, loud sounds,
he was in two minds,
should he come back or stay in Lanka!

Missed it!

I slept late at night,
I woke up late in the day,
But I had missed the lovely SUNRISE!
I had..."
-khs, 2015.

Everyday, sir!

I sat down sad and dejected,
at the tragic fact that the sun goes down every day.
But the poor, old man on the bicycle,
stopped, smiled and said,

"Don't be so sad, sir,
It rises every day,


The Horizon...

"The kid always wondered, what lied beyond the horizon,
he asked the mother, who had no answers too.
They looked into the horizon, together,
looking for answers!"

The day...

The day is hot and humid here,
the day is cold and rainy there.
But what's common is the beautiful sunrise.

It is the same every where, every time!

Lovely mirror!

The world's a lovely mirror.
You smile into it, it smiles.
You frown into it, it still smiles :)

Dr. Kalam and my letter!

7:50 am, Delhi.
"Aaj chhutti nahi hai, aaja!"
(The school's ON today. Come down!)

Shouted a little girl all dressed up for school. She was probably going to the municipality school, looking up at some other friend of her's, who would just have woken up.

This was a big piece of news. Dr. Kalam had passed away last night and the government had declared NATIONAL MOURNING ( Rashtriya shok) for seven days. Kids and people were tensed to find out whether it was working today or not.

As I walked further, thoughts poured in. I knew Dr. Kalam. Who was he?

He was India's famous scientist, who worked on India's major missile programs. He was associated closely with DRDO, the army and ISRO, and he got or rather earned the country's highest civilian honor,'BHARAT RATNA', in 1997. He was given the title, Missile man!

But what was special about him was the fact that he had dedicated his life for the work he loved the most. He never got married. He was made t…

JANTAR on floors...


The big weight!



BRAIN is as good or as bad as the RAIN!
Never play with it.
It hurts when it starts playing with you.
It does!
My-crow thinking crow-versation:
Old crow- Kid, In our times, I used to fly 30,000 feet.

Older crow- No in our times we used to fly 45,000 feet kid.

Oldest crow- This is nothing Kid, in our time, I once flied 50,000 ft. Get it. What is your aim now!

Kid crow- (scared) But I think SKY's THE LIMIT,sir! Isn't it?!

The toughest journey

I was finishing my education,
all excited I wanted to take the toughest journey,
I thought so, and thus began my big journey.

From Ahmedabad, I came back home, to Delhi,
and I was happy at my pace.
I was faster than the others,
but not content.

I worked for a bit and,
joined the Bombay film Industry,
my speed got better, and experiences obviously bigger,
I was definitely faster than the others,
but not content.

I finished working in 4 feature films, one ad-film,
I was way faster than the others,
but still not content.

I could not settle in Bombay,
as I had plans way bigger and much grander.
I began my production house and theatre company.
I battled corruption, and won.

Kamaan was on, so was My-Crow Thinking and the journey with unknown pride.
Again I could see,
I was faster than my friends,
but not content.

But one fine midnight, things changed for me,
I did no wake up in the morning,
with multiple seizures and fits I had suffered the whole night.

I saw sad and worried faces of my…

That dog...

I saw this dog, always in the lane.
My friends from Hong Kong came and spoke to it in Cantonese/ Chinese,
the dog wagged its tail happily.
One fine day, I had a walk with my Dutch friends,
who patted on the dog's head, in the same lane.
They told it something in Dutch, and I didn't get a word,
but the dog still wagged its tail, with happiness.
One evening, I had a walk with my Kashmiri friends,
and they spotted the dog too.
They said something in Kashmiri, and I obviously did not get a word again.
But surprisingly, the dog still wagged its tail.
I kept getting friends from various backgrounds, languages and regions,
the dog kept wagging tail.

I kept getting my answers as the dog kept wagging its tail,
and kept spreading love,
irrespective of language, nationality, region or any boundary.

I got all my answers.
That dog silently answered...

The Nizamuddin Dargah and the ten-rupee note, AGAIN.

It was an evening and I had to rush to NIZAMUDDIN DARGAH, after our theatre rehearsal, with some friends of mine, who had to run to various destinations for reasons of their own. I reached the Islamic sacred place and could not hear the 'famous' music. The Qawwali which begins at 6 pm. There was unwanted peace. No Music, no rhythmic claps, just a curious crowd around the monument. Had we missed the music. Were we so late? How could we be so careless? With these question we were beginning to turn, and suddenly out of no where, emerged a HARMONIUM, the Indian instrument which the singers played while singing. We were on time. Yup! And a blink of time the whole atosphere had turned musical with people giving 10 rupee notes to the singers. I meditated for a while. I could see my friends and they could see me. I was happy that we had witnessed the brilliant music, but every time I came there, I would give ten rupee note, but I did not feel like, I don't know why. May be …