I fear I'm turning into dust...

I fear I'm turning into dust from Spardha Malik on Vimeo.

because the night is ours...

but love..

A mighty pain to love it is,
and 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
but of all the pains, the greatest pain
is to love, but love in vain.

Abraham Crowley

Waiting for Amber

It will fade in a week.
When India appears and reappears
I’ll lean across a country
with my hands outstretched
longing for the unknown girl
in the neon bazaar



Part of the poem - An Unknown Girl by Moniza Alvi

Spiders

dreams are made winding through my head,

through my head,

before you know,

i will be waiting all awake.

Spiders - System of a Down

born of free will

Oh young soul, open your eyes
See the colors and the blinding lights
Feel the edges, brutal and sharp
Your spirit is untamed and energy unbound.

This world was waiting for your arrival.

City of Dreams

When sand ran through his hands,

in her hair it got stuck,

the evening started at nine,

in the background of traffic thump,

the nights, they never came,

and sleep was unheard of,

it was called the city of dreams,

in this city we once met.

Where train timings were our only villains,

And love was measured by auto fare,

It was the city of freedom,

where life was drenched in salty air.

The raindrops came unannounced,

and kept pouring down for months.

They said it was the city of dreams,

in this city, we once met.

Our lives ran on just three tracks,

We were lost in east and west,

And every day was like yesterday,

you were the pawn, I was the jest,

we were lost in this city of dreams,

and you did what you had to do,

If its still that city of dreams,

This is where I’ll wait for you.