Category: Poem

What am I?

I wonder at times, for what am I? A wandering body, or a wandering soul. – (c) Boringbug Advertisements

Taken for Granted

In the midst of time the pursuit of future thou ignored the anonymity of happiness. Yet looking beyond taken aback it was life that took it all for granted. -boringbug

Luck

I am, what I am, for there be or not, I shall remain. (c) boringbug

Clutches of Life

She timely escaped from the clutches of life. Twenty years later, they still wonder, was it depression or the will that gave in. (c) boringbug

A heart

Hit after hit she shattered the mirrors. Somewhere a heart shimmered. -boringbug

Moon (चाँद)

उलझा उल्फतो में ऐसा, चाँद कहीं गुम हो गया। Stuck in the thoughts and traverse, moon lost in between. (c)boringbug

सवाल (Questions)

Translation:

There are some questions of mine, unsaid and unheard of, one fine day they too shall be asked.

The beauty of life

I slept and dreamed, that life was a beauty. I woke up and noticed, that it is still the same. -(c) Boringbug