Surbi's Blog

My Wandering thoughts trespassing perceptions flirting with words..


  • No Mansion

    No Mansion

    I don’t need this mansion but a spacious room which I can call as mine opening into a balcony above the city lights overlooking the skyline All the things I have collected over time the stones, the books, fallen leaves and flowers dried aah these nomadic vibes the unfinished art, an incomplete verse, unfinished lines Continue reading

  • For you

    For you

    For you … when I write for you what must I write for you maybe I will send an invite for you Meet me, meeting me Our rendezvous , only to say goodbye am not still ready yet .. but surely it is wise for you I save a hug so tight for you My Continue reading

  • तुम्हारा खयाल …

    तुम्हारा खयाल …

    मेरी आदत है ..तुम्हें छुपा कर हर जगहसंग रखने की..और पता नहीं क्यों मैं कई बार कोशिश भी करती हूंजाहिर सा कर के तुम्हे छुपाने की..और इंतज़ार होता है तुम्हारा… कि तुम आओगे..और यकीनन देखोगेऔर.. बशक समझोगेमैं बेफजूल ही मान लेती हूँ कि तुम समझ गयेमैं फिर यूं ही , बस पूरा दिन गुनगुना लेती Continue reading

  • Waiting…

    The roads would be empty… The lights won’t be warm The breeze will be vein the violets won’t charm Until a story is written.. in which we walk on.. where lights can be dim road can be narrow and stony The breeze-tossed hair melody in the air Trying to catch each other’s fragrance Wanting to Continue reading

  • Come over … life

    Come over … life

    That space, felt like it was mine,though something was off ,..apart this lovely messy warm vibe that cozy window nookCurtains drawn.filtering sunlight. passing breeze. Hmm? let’s brighten our mood I paced forward,Parted the portiere… And there, hiddenwhen Eyes met mine.first Repulsed—or may be not?but It sprang… Left me stunned(For a moment) Until I realizedIt was Continue reading

  • एक कहानी…

    एक कहानी…

    एक कहानी और भी हैएक कहानी आम सी हैएक कहानीअनकही है (रहने दो)दिल की मेरी जान सी हैएक कहानीगूंजती सीपर्बतों पे शाम सी है तुम कहोगेक्या अलग हैवही जमी ,वही फलक हैतुम कहोगेसब गलत हैना शुरू है कहीं सेना किसी अंजाम की हैबन रही है चल रही है, लड़ रही है, बुझ रही है, जल Continue reading

  • The Pink Bus

    The Pink Bus

    Busses are simple … A rectangular big box, with rectangular seats & back rests, squares of open windows. Ok they have Circles of wheels and steering too for motion and maneuvering directions. the straight line (ok… slightly curved) wipers. They fit people (who are a complex geometry physically and mentally.. :). As I was lying Continue reading

  • I Ride

    I Ride

    In my city the traffic management is not a thing to boast about, in fact it’s most frequently meme-d about … 🙂 Having said that and also having serious trust issues with the true intent of our public officials and leaders, I am happy to know that we eventually will see metro line operational in Continue reading

  • बेइंतेहा

    बेइंतेहा

    किसने कहा लोग बेइंतेहा प्यार करते हैंदेखिए ना हम भी अब आसमान के आजाद परिंदे हैं इन अलमस्त लहरों का बावल ही तो है आलम-ए-बहार का धोखागहराइयों में ना डूबियेगा, वहां अक्सर खामोश बहा करते हैं तारे तोड़ लेन की बात और बे-ऐतबारी दावे “कुछ भी आपके लिए”किताबी बाते हैं, जिन्हे किस्से कहानियों में जमा Continue reading

  • Fake Love

    Fake Love

    Who was a Lier between the three of them? Continue reading

About Me

My spirits vibrant rainbows
My thoughts flowing water
My Dreams dormant but erupting volcanoes
Me, I don’t know any more
I change and I grow..

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