Photographs

Photographs are the return tickets
To the moments otherwise gone
To feel the warmth of your lover
While looking at them, all alone

Even the imperfect clicks
Takes you to the perfect moments
Just like the magic tricks
Forever they capture the romance

With every flick a new emotion
Tingles in the depth of our heart
For others, tiny details might not matter
But for you thoses are the most beautiful part

Just move on

All you ever see is my disdainful behavior
And now I don't know what else to say
I don't know why you can't grasp
That we no longer deal it the same way.

Every time we talked about us
We end up with more hate and swear
You don't seem to understand
The different scars, we both wear

Thousands of time I told you that you are worth more
With a hope someday you'll believe it
Be happy about the time spent together
And proud with this decision, like the way I see it

You don't have to hold on to what's long gone
Leave your past back, live your life and just move on

The monk

Distinguish looks with his entwined long braid
And sandalwood paste on the broad forehead
His eyes looks tired and sleepy
Yet his mind is calm
No desires, no affairs, no distraction
Just breathing and chanting his psalm

No bewildering thoughts about the relationships
No debt to pay and no rules to follow about how to live
The lone wanderer sailing without a direction
Can take decisions without a fear of rejection

Gave up the luxuries of life
Only a single cloth to wrap his body
Now the whole world is his home
And he has found himself in an unsung melody

City of pearls, Briyani and Nizams

After exploring almost every monument more than once (and some of them, more than, I can keep the count) for last one and half year in Delhi, a city where ancient and modern blend seamlessly together, now it’s time to move to a new city for next three months for my mandatory training of Central Secretariat service. Like always did lots of research over the internet about Hyderabad (the city of pearls and Nizams), already hooked by the legacy of magnificent palaces, mosques and tombs on the one side of the city to the other pole- Hi-Tech City“Cyberbad” with malls, multiplexes, clubs, pubs and restaurants.

Earlier in my life, I had lived in Jaipur, Kolkata and Delhi, each of them has its own pros and cons.

I love Jaipur, mostly because it's the least crowded and clean city(after Chandigarh). A city, I can relate to the perfect virgin bride that typical Indian family search for with all the good qualities.

But the Kolkata to me is more or like the one night stand always compelling to stay a little more.

And the Delhi, well it's the capital of my life, I have been to other places but every time I come here, it's like a homecoming for me. I know it's the most polluted and crowded one of all, but this city is more than just an experience. Delhi is like the affair for the lifetime.

Not much, I had heard about Hyderabad other than its famous biryanis     (I hope, the first biryani I eat there, live up to its name). So for next 3 months, I'll be strolling in the streets, parks and the monuments, where, once upon a time Qutb shah and Nizams walked and I love places with undeniably admirable beauty and bewildered iconic past.

Hyderabad now the capital of newly built state Telangana but the vehicle license plates still referred to AP(Andhra Pradesh ) so not much changed there . For me almost everything was about to change for next 3 months, the food, the weather, the culture.

But, what I am going to miss the most is talking to her while looking into her eyes and watch her smiling face and holding hands and long walks.