End of an Era

"While the lasts of the sand trickle down in the hour glass,
Outside, the leaves spiral into an up-draft 
- the grandchildren are now fathers, husbands, mothers and wives,
I woke up from my childhood..."

20th March '16

Pangs of bereavement

"Sambhalne de mujhe ae na-ummeedi..
ye kya qayamat hai,
ki daman-e-khayal-e-yaar bhi mujhse chhoota jaa raha hai"

- Ghalib