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shola tha, bujh gaya hoon, hawaein mujhe na do mein kab ka ja chuka hoon sadaein mujhe na do jo zehar pee chuka hoon tum hee nay mujhe diya ab tum to zindagee ki duaaein mujhe na do aisa kahin na ho ke palat kar na aa sakoon har baar duur jaa ke sadaein mujhe […]

better day


the human capacity for briefly forgetting depression is amazing. just got off the phone after a pretty long conversation with nasir – something we’ve not done since he moved to london. nice talking to old buddies especially when it turns out they’re still buddies and haven’t drifted away yet. also a meet up with the […]

ocular humidity


that, i suppose, could be the new cool, scientific, dispassionate way of saying you’re about to cry. “honey, that scene was so moving. my ocular humidity level is way up there…” or “i was laughing so hard at his joke that my ocular humidity increased to precipitation levels”. who knows, it might just catch on. […]

i have this versace teeshirt which i bought in the summer of ’99. its grey, with some italian gibberish on the front which starts of with the heading, “certificato di autentcia”; certficate of authenticity i presume. the writing is all faded now so i only ever wear it when i’m going to sleep or when […]

i remember when the boredom that comes from an overweight man’s tired voice lecturing about something a guy already knew could be alleviated by a single glance outside the classroom door. my spectacled eyes saw nothing much – just recognized the euphoria that came from being smiled back at by you. now there’s nothing to […]



kabhi kabhi yaad mein ubharate hain naqsh-e-maazi mitay mitay se woh azmaish si dil-o-nazar ki, woh qurabatein si, woh faasalay se kabhi arzoo ke sehra mein aake ruktay hain qaafilay se woh sari baatein lagaao ki si, woh saray unvaan visaal ke se nigah-o-dil ko qaraar kaisa? nishat-o-gham mein kami kahan ki? woh jab milay […]

24 hours later (almost exactly) Originally uploaded by Xill-e-Ilahi. while i continue to gradually rot and decay (an also inflate) at hpml, it has been raining hard (yes hard – as someone said, farishtay tika tika ker maar rahe hain) in our delightful ruins by the sea. and on the first, and incidentally the worst, […]