Hit after hit she shattered the mirrors. Somewhere a heart shimmered. -boringbug
There are some questions of mine, unsaid and unheard of, one fine day they too shall be asked.
I slept and dreamed, that life was a beauty. I woke up and noticed, that it is still the same. -(c) Boringbug
A delicate bird,
(परिंदो सी नज़ाकत,
फ़ितरत-ए- इंसान |)
As the author gripped his pen, took up his stance, people changed their stance, leaped as he leaped, soared And plunged. – (c) Boringbug
वोह ज़िन्दगी ही क्या जो मझदार में ना हो, वोह कश्ती ही क्या जो डगमगाये नहीं। ज़िंदगी एक बर्फ़ की कश्ती की तरह ही तोह है, जो पानी में चले तोह दूरी तय कर जाये, ना चले तोह पिघल जाए। हर कश्ती का भी अपना तजुर्बा होता है, ज़िन्दगी सिर्फ तुफानो से घिरी हो ऐसा…
She called him
“a shadow of his friends”,
and left !
Little did she know,
that shadows neither have
nor enemies ..
I saw a creature, hidden in the dark & brazen in light; stomping at me & stepping on me, laughing with me & walking with me, supporting me & holding onto me. No! It ain’t my shadow! I saw this creature, running with me & falling with me, jumping on me & crouching on me, following…
He saw, she glanced, they met, none said a word. – (c) Boringbug
I wish you knew,
that I know
Drenched in the rain, he smelled musty and damp; The scent of the earth, as if petrichor emanating from the memories of the past. -Boringbug
He always carried a doll within, every time he would fall in love, he would give away his beloved doll only to see it come back… -(c) Boringbug