ये कमबख्त सन्नाटा कितना शोर करता है,
ऊपर से कितनी गूंजती हैं इसकी आवाज़ें।
जब से ऊपर वाला कमरा दिया है रेंट पे,
बस सारा दिन — छे… छे…

एडवांस नहीं लिया होता,
तो कब का निकाल देता।

अब तो घर की दीवारों के भी रंग
एक से होने लगे हैं…

I saw a person in the same disguise,
looking straight into my eyes.
Strange: it wasn't me this time.
He had a fire, burying itself inside,
like a dying ember, in the forest mist.
But I recognize that shimmer in his gaze.

I saw it: I saw
My strange reflection swiftly walked closer to me,
and it whispered in a mystic way,
You were meant to burn.

This cursed silence makes so much noise—
and the way its echoes ring is unbearable.
Ever since I rented out the upstairs room,
it's just been Che... Che... all day long.

If I hadn't taken an advance,
I would've kicked them out long ago.
Now even the walls of the house-
seem to be turning the same color...

You know, Shri... Just a moment ago,
I was waiting for your message—
and then came this keen desire-
to hear the sound of your voice.

Meanwhile, it was drizzling outside.
I was overwhelmed by your thoughts...

So, I stepped out for a while.

The weather was pretty—cold and quiet.
I felt the rain fall over me, soft and cool,
tiny drops dancing across my skin.

Then, my eyes fell on a small pit,
filled with tiny droplets—
I dipped my foot into it,
and the sensation-
a language my skin couldn't translate.


It felt so nice—
those tiny drops over me...
They reminded me of you

Time has passed, yet I still feel

those breezes cross my skin-

I pull the blanket close, but no,  

It’s never thick enough.  



Instead, her softness lingers,  

a tide that pulls me under.  

I love this blue, this ache,  

this slow and weightless drowning.  



I want to touch the ocean,  

to weave my hands through waves of hair,  

to hold her like the night holds moonlight—  



but you’re a desert’s mirage,  

a shimmer just beyond my fingers.  



I WISH I COULD CALL YOU  

THE WAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU.  

JUST I WISH!

WE OFTEN HIDE BEHIND THE NAME OF FEAR!
WELL, WE ARE ALL GROWN UP NOW.
WORRIED ABOUT FALLING BUT HAVE WINGS,
A WAY TO FLY, BUT NOBODY IS HERE NOW!
BURIED LITTLE ONE ARISES, SPREADING BEAUTY AND LOVE.
EXCEPTIONALLY WARM MUSIC MADE DELICATE FEATHERS UNCONSCIOUS.
HEAVEN SEEMS REAL, LIFE BECOMES ALIVE.
SUDDENLY TUK-TUK-TUK ---
THE DITCH REAPPEARS AND FEATHERS BECOME HEAVY.

By: Shivam Sehgal