Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

-   There is something weird about pictures At times, they are a memory and sometimes a pain. They evoke emotions you want to forget, Erase happy moments in a snap, And in a moment, turn you upside down, Like, if you’re happy it makes you sad And vice-versa. We click pictures of what we love, right? Selfies too fall into the same category, if I am not wrong, Then why people disappear from pictures? For several months, same faces share a picture together, And within a time period, the face changes, Why? You know, I too had a picture very dear and near, And every picture, like they say, spoke millions of words. But now when I see them, they are so shallow. While I smile in every picture like he is the one, his smile, His smile is that of those people, who just adjust, These kinds are not really a part of the memory you’ve created, But in that moment, you just feel so happy that you don’t notice. Anyway, so when I just go thr...

She is the lotus I found in muddy pit Blooming irrespective of world’s glitch Hid behind the bushes so quiet Shied away from even the sunlight I was a sunflower, attracted to fake light Never listened to her chirps or chit-chats When reality struck me hard, I took a corner Falling apart, with no support or shoulder Her petal fell apart to give me shadow Said I don’t have to be the only to swallow The hard times, words and shit that people gave me She became the precious one to shame, blame even praise me.   Time went by, we grew closer For a sunflower like me, she become the soldier She healed me and I too heard her long stories of sorrows And one fine day, she was over everything and I was still standing with my past ghosts. I didn’t like it, I really didn’t, I swear But she was somebody for whom I cared So, I didn’t create rifts, I still loved her But her words were like swords at times and sometimes, I don’t know I just wonder....