It has been dark for a while now,
I don’t feel the sun anymore
The pain comes back with the receding light
and I know that there’s light no more. Loneliness is my only companion
This pain is my only true friend
It never leaves me to cry alone
Takes me in its arms, has a shoulder to lend. I hope for the numbness to stay
and the feelings to go away
But they always come back rushing,
leaving my thoughts unsettled and pushing
against the walls, I had built around me,
He stands there At the window where he spent most of his childhood, Staring at the Rapunzel of his dreams; She tightens her grip on her window pane, Gazing at the beauty in the stars, The twinkle in her eyes and the tears saying a story; He stares at the only person that ever mattered, A guitar in hand and his perfectly fake smile, The pain scattered through his voice, As he sings ‘their’ song; She listens to every word like it was her only saving grace, The wedding gown feel
Ever mused what makes you human apart from the humane aspect of you? That you can feel. Really deep. That you can think. Really rich. That you can bring a change. Really real. As we come to the last bead of these pearl of posts, we sincerely hope that all of you out there have got just that extra splurge of courage to be that humane harbinger of change that our world is waiting for.
Today, we present before you, the victorious triad of our event , ‘Think Out Aloud’ ; The pod
On your first breath, I heard you.
It was a small something.
Significant as a flake of snow among many. But its soft spiraling shadows in the gentle light did fall upon the windowsills of every heart. It was a shy dance, however, and cruel winter clawed at any who dared glimpse upon in wonder. And in your lonesome you thought to presume that you were the winter, frigid, biting and destined to lovelessness. And so it went, you sequestered and surrounded by cold ice, dancing
Finally, I bottled you up one day. Threw you into an ocean. You, a result of a chasm. Between façade and fact. Now, you sail more restfully than ever. Sail away, as long as you want. Hope no hands find you this time. Only to remove the cork. Only to spill you loose. Only to poison the ocean, The ocean of my thoughts. Please remain caged. In that bottle, bound by the neck. Holding onto you would have been a mistake. So, I threw you away. Out of sight today, out of mind tomorro
He was reckless, a traveller of an endless journey.
She- the synonym of serenity and tranquillity.
She saw him and fell in love but never let him know
Because she knew he craved for someone else.
Like everybody else she too was afraid of unrequited love.
Every day she used to peep at him through her mask,
He was unaware of the affection he was receiving.
But suddenly after a fortnight it became irresistible for her,
And she finally threw open her mask.
He saw her and
What was his name, your elder brother who shifted to Pakistan?”, I asked. I always keep forgetting his name. “Hasan Nawab. And the smaller one was Safdar Nawab.”, Sadaf aunty(my grandmother’s friend) said. I nodded. She was telling me about her childhood and it was around 3:30 in the afternoon. So sunny outside on a chilly day that the windows just looked on to a scene of gold brightness, it was impossible to see anything beyond. And that, I always felt, lending a feeling of
He touched her perfectly carved body She held him tight when he kissed her lips A stunningly endowed girl, She could incarcerate anyone in the cage of her beauty, But it was she who was captive this time. She found herself falling for him with every caress His body was pasture to her gleaming eyes She found pure joy in his body, in his heart The warmth of his breath, Poisonous yet sweet, on her bosom Made her surrender. She found the epitome of happiness in the embracings, Em
And then their eyes met,
And everything was said,
Yet not a word escaped their mouths.
Slowly, they came in close.
His hands on her graceful waist,
Like the horizon embracing the sun.
Intoxicated he was, by her fragrance
Like the fresh breeze of the ocean.
Their bodies touched,
And all stood still.
The warmth of her was so soothing,
Yet so exciting.
He looked at her face,
Her dark brown eyes reflecting her desire.
He touched her lips, soft like pet
A loud thud and a scream, Steve lay dead in his house. It was the 20th of October.He was stabbed three times in his heart. It was a still evening; the scene lay untouched and quiet. The scream of sirens had died down and the officers stood slightly away from the scene. His wife Becca stood beside his body, she did not say a word. The murder of the most gentle and kind man in the neighbourhood shocked everyone. Coming home after a week and seeing her husband dead was too much
I ran home from college. Moving into a new place, new people but surprisingly having your childhood crush in the same college; a new world and the old unforgettable love. Nothing can be worse than looking your worst on the first day and then running into that one guy who you always dream about and blurting out stupid things in front of him out of nervousness. I looked at myself in the mirror and wished I had done this earlier, what was I thinking when I said that; taking a se
It was month of October, When leaves of autumn adorned the roads, And in between those beautiful golden lanes My eyes stumbled upon her. She sitting on the bench, As if contemplating about her life Looking all engrossed in thoughts of another world, Made a quick eye contact and looked away completely ignoring my existence, And my eyes Capturing every detail of her face Tripping over tiny bumps of her cheeks Giving rise to a conflict between heart and brain, Between the urge t
“You know what? You are my source of joy. I fall for you everyday. You are my rainbow after the rains. You bring me peace. You make me aware of my presence. You complete me like no one else does. Your voice has the power to cause a stir inside me. It hits my heart hard just as sea waves hit the shore. Your smile is like ripples of mirth, that often fill my mind with seamless bliss. Your hair depicts the starless night: dark, yet so calm, beautiful, and serene. A night in whic
महफूज़ थी इन बाहों में, क्यों दूर चले जाते हैं, हाथों की लकीरों को देख, क्यों आंसू चले आते हैं, याद आती है तेरी और हम सहम से जाते हैं, पता नहीं क्या अदा थी और अब क्या हो गया, एक ख्वाहिश ने उम्र भर का मुसाफिर बना दिया । नज़रों ने कहा बहुत कुछ, फिर भी अंजान बने जाते हैं, अंधियारी रातों में उन, यादों के कातिब बने जाते हैं, पर अल्फाज़ों की खोज में हम मीलों चले आते हैं, उस नाम के पीछे इस गुमनाम को बदनाम बना दिया, एक ख्वाहिश ने उम्र भर का मुसाफिर बना दिया । उसकी तस्वीर को देखकर हम
As I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my sorrow filled memories. This all happened too fast; I could not stop myself from devouring my beloved. Now she has been banished to the fiery depths of Hell. My love has left me, my lust now has control; as her father approaches me with a stake, and I am ready to be banished into the world of black, my body to lay in the dust. With my broken heart and final tears, I am preserved forever into memories. Our ring lay, still
ना तुम कुछ बोलोगी, ना हम कुछ बोलेंगे
इसी कश्मकश में कि कौन पहले बोलेगा,
एक कोशिश बोलने की हम दोनों करेंगे, मगर
ना तुम कुछ बोलोगी, ना हम कुछ बोलेंगे… ना तुम कभी बदलोगी, ना हम कभी बदलेंगे,
इसी बदहवासी में कि कौन कितना बदलेगा,
एक कोशिश बदलने की हम दोनों करेंगे, मगर
ना तुम कभी बदलोगी , ना हम कभी बदलेंगे… ना तुम हमे सोचोगी, ना हम तुम्हें सोचेंगे,
इसी अनजानेपन में कि कौन पहले सोचेगा,
एक कोशिश सोचने की हम दोनों करेंगे, मगर
ना तुम हमे सोचोगी , ना हम तुम्हें सोचेंगे… ना तुम व
As this dirty bus cuts in through the cold narrow lanes, I have nothing to do but to stare at the so-called nature’s place. The winter is good, but why does it try to force the poor tree out of the snow? Ahh, a tree, without a single leaf or a bud, it knows, no result would the effort sow. I hate that I remember, people in summers water their plants day after day, Aren’t they aware the summer sun sucks those plants and spoils their play? The bus is ridiculously ugly, the driv
“Now, I welcome to the stage the Lady in the front”, the host said, With cheerful smiles as she rose, clapped the bright and rich audience. Onto the stage she went, joined her palms in respect and smiled, And gently said, “I would like to call my husband to accompany me”. She came down giving a charming smile but the husband was shocked, Though reluctance pulled him back, her hand took him to the stage. The host cleared and they stood in the utter silence facing the audience,
जिनमें तुम रहो, मैं रहूँ
और ठण्ड की सरसराहट हो,
चाय की प्यालियाँ ठंडी हो जाए,
बातों में बस गर्माहट हो। जिनमें तुम रहो, मैं रहूँ
और सावन की पहली बारिश हो,
ना छावनी हो, ना छाता हो
और भीगने की भी ख्वाहिश हो। लम्हें, जिनमे तुम रहो, मैं रहूँ
और गर्मी की ढलती शाम हो,
ना फ़ोन हो, ना बिजली हो,
ना करने को कुछ काम हो। जिनमें मैं रहूँ, तुम रहो
और पल भर की ख़ामोशी हो,
नज़रों से गुफ़्तगू हो सारी,
बस उनसे ही मदहोशी हो। बस तुम रहो, मैं रहूँ
और एक लम्हा मैं ऐसा पा सकूं,