I met a man today, whom I couldn't recognise, and he was hurt, "How could you not?" he asked, in a melancholic way. But he shouldn't worry so much, I don't do this on purpose, its just that I often forget myself too. I met a lady today, whom I hadn't seen in many years, … Continue reading Transmissions of a Satellite Heart #8
At long last, his dreams are going to come true. He spends all his savings on buying a brand-new camera he had wanted for so long.
The world stands stillon the eve the apocalypse,and we find ourselvesgazing at the starry sky,singing songs long lost,dancing under the moonlightlike there is no tomorrow.
All the riches in the world,immortality, fame and goldare nothing more than dust,if you don't get to share themwith hands you can hold,a heart that you can trustand a home where you grow old Vikram.
Have you ever seen the gardener? as a rolling stone A dance of death in begonias overgrown.
ज़मीं पर चल न सका, आसमां से भी गया, काटा के पर को परिंदा उड़ान से भी गया तबाह कर गयी पक्के मकान की ख़्वाहिश, मैं अपने गाँव के कच्चे मकान से भी गया - Shayari by Shahid Kabir Couldn't walk on the ground, couldn't get to the sky After getting his wings cut off, … Continue reading Transmissions of a Satellite Heart #4
अफ़वाओं का क़ुसूर नहीं साहेब मैं वैसे भी कई बार मर चुका हूँ
KKG holds a special place because it allows middle class Indians to dream, albeit briefly, of defeating the corrupt, powerful men at their own game