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  • mohinisrec 13w

    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 fall
    Then why not?
    ©mohinisrec

  • mohinisrec 14w

    I don't think I can write
    I don't think I ever can
    What am I doing here then?
    Just sharing my thoughts as it comes across
    Is this what matters?
    Is this enough?
    ©mohinisrec

  • mohinisrec 14w

    He was shrieking
    Inside his severed blanket
    Startling the passersby
    I passed on a blanket
    Bereft of any feeling
    I walked by
    Was it even the cold?
    ©mohinisrec

  • mohinisrec 14w

    Whether I am flying or not
    I don't know
    But I am always flying in the head.

  • mohinisrec 15w

    I think a good brain matters more than a good heart
    How can a heart be tainted?
    It's the choices that defines.

  • mohinisrec 16w

    Damn!

    I don't even make an effort to understand her and I expect her to be emphatic and understanding towards me.

  • mohinisrec 16w

    The days when I don't write are the days when my feelings is too cluttered to frame them into sentences.
    ©mohinisrec

  • mohinisrec 16w

    क्युं नाराज हो?
    हम सब से?
    अपने आप से?
    इतने नाराज हो की अपने दिल को भी उदास कर दिया
    कितनी बार उसे भी शायद समझ नहीं आता होगा की हो क्या रहा हैं
    क्यूं नाराजगी को ही अपनी बुनियाद बना ली?
    अपनी नजर से यह परदा उठा कर तो देखो
    बताओ जरा क्या दिखता हैं?
    ©mohinisrec

  • mohinisrec 17w

    For all things muffled inside
    It needs to come out
    I don't know any other how
    Atleast for now.
    ©mohinisrec

  • mohinisrec 17w

    Why is it that when looking outside the window the thoughts seem so real, so vivid

    Is it because, they are intact while the world keeps moving on.
    ©mohinisrec