The Roads Of Change
The old must give way to the new
And freedom to structure
The sprawling to the soaring
The stones and moss to the bricks and glassBut some of won’t ever forget
And the past lives on behind our eyes.
The old must give way to the new
And freedom to structure
The sprawling to the soaring
The stones and moss to the bricks and glassBut some of won’t ever forget
And the past lives on behind our eyes.
* Earlier here as Extremist.
A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with this carnival I’m a…
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
People are stories, works in progress Politics of affection and sexual congress But a face is a fullstop, brackets even I picture your face when I’m grieving The ‘I don’t care’ writ large and wide Autographing what’s breaking me inside Happy face, loveface all forgotten Fullstop points to all that…
More intelligent minds than mineHave spokenEverything of consequence saidNow I speak my unimportant bit Never saw the sky this blueBroken shells hint at the ideaOf something that wasAnd has passedLike time whispering Footprints on sandJust before the tide washes inAren’t uglyNeither is the old mill. If you liked this post,…
Christmas is complex for me. It’s a journey through painful nostalgia, colonised history, the morality of forgivness & questioning where I really belong.
Ye Daulat Bhi Le Lo, Ye Shohrat Bhi Le Lo
Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Meri Jawaani
Magar Mujhko Lauta Do Bachchpan Ka Saawan
Wo Kaagaz Ki Kasthi Wo Baarish Ka Paani
Mohalle Ki Sabse Nishaani Purani
Wo Budhiya Jise Bachche Kehte The Naani
Wo Naani Kee Baaton Mein Pariyon Ka Dera
Wo Chehre Ke Jhuriyon Mein Sadiyon Ka Phera
Bhulaaye Nahin Bhool Saqta Hai Koi
Wo Choti See Raaten Wo Lambi Kahaani
Kadi Dhoop Mein Apne Ghar Se Nikalna
Wo Chidiya Wo Bulbul Wo Thithli Pakadna
Wo Gudiya Ki Shaadi Pe Ladna Jhagadna
Wo Jhoolon Se Girna, Wo Gir Ke Sambhalna
Wo Pithal Ke Challon Ke Pyaare Se Tho’fe
Wo Tuti Hui Chudiyon Ki Nishaani
Kabhi Re’t Ke Oonche Tilon Pe Jaana
Gharonde Banana, Banaake Mitaana
Wo Maasoom Chaahat Ki Tasveer Apni
Wo Khwabon Khilono Ki Taabir Jaageer Apni
Na Duniya Ka Gham Tha Na Rishton Ke Bandhan
Badi Khoobsoorat Thi Wo Zindgaani
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Sung by Jagjit Singh. Some things of our past are really worth a lot.
To give way is not the same as failing
To take over is not the same as forgetting
The past is but the genesis of the present
The present is but the past of the future
ah.. but the stones were once new, and the moss and grass the old… yet the moss and grass have endured, threatening to take over when you’re not looking.