I am in a middle of a ruse Either which ways is a rue Should I or shouldn’t I?Who is to decide? Who is to claim?What is the future? Who is to tell? How do I becalm these nerves?All the tricks have waned.If I have to fallThen why not?©mohinisrec
I don't think I can writeI don't think I ever canWhat am I doing here then?Just sharing my thoughts as it comes acrossIs this what matters? Is this enough?©mohinisrec
He was shriekingInside his severed blanketStartling the passersbyI passed on a blanketBereft of any feelingI walked byWas it even the cold?©mohinisrec
Whether I am flying or notI don't knowBut I am always flying in the head.
I think a good brain matters more than a good heartHow can a heart be tainted?It's the choices that defines.
Damn!I don't even make an effort to understand her and I expect her to be emphatic and understanding towards me.
The days when I don't write are the days when my feelings is too cluttered to frame them into sentences.©mohinisrec
क्युं नाराज हो?हम सब से?अपने आप से?इतने नाराज हो की अपने दिल को भी उदास कर दियाकितनी बार उसे भी शायद समझ नहीं आता होगा की हो क्या रहा हैंक्यूं नाराजगी को ही अपनी बुनियाद बना ली?अपनी नजर से यह परदा उठा कर तो देखोबताओ जरा क्या दिखता हैं?©mohinisrec
For all things muffled insideIt needs to come outI don't know any other how Atleast for now.©mohinisrec
Why is it that when looking outside the window the thoughts seem so real, so vividIs it because, they are intact while the world keeps moving on.©mohinisrec