समय की बदलती रेत पर ठंडी लहरों का खेल मेरे गालों पर, ये तुम्हारी, ग़ुस्ताख़ उँहलियाँ नहीं तो और क्या है नरम धूप से पिघलती ओससुबह सुबह नींद से भरी ये तुम्हारी, वो आँखें नहीं तो और क्या है ये महकती हवाजो मुझे मदहोश कर दे ये तुम्हारी, गरम साँसें नहीं तो और क्या हैContinue reading “Toh aur kya hai?”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Bus saath chalte rehna
Never ever
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? In the question Lies the answer In the Neverland Will I be ever? Never ever and never is
Buoyancy of Joy
I hate myself!! Mukti spoke aloud. The utterance did not even make a ripple in the green surface of the still water in the pond. She did crave for appreciation but she never expected so much hate from her colleagues. It was as if they were waiting for the opportune moment for the hate toContinue reading “Buoyancy of Joy”
The idiot box
Watched the box Numbed my brainIf there was peaceIn this kinda rainIt pours outThe flow never endsI take what I canTill my world bendsI am numbedBy the flowI am no longer meTime passesWithout a traceI found no momentIn this empty spaceNo thoughtNo reasonJust a screen10 long seasons I am numbed By the sagaI am noContinue reading “The idiot box”
Closer to Core
Spinning like a topConstantly in motionedges moving fasterSlowly moves the core If I would stopI would fallFearful of not spinningAfraid, of being ‘me’ no more On pointed endI hang in balanceForever in pursuitdrilling through the floor Force of the chordwould eventually expireinevitable would happenSpinning top would spin no more With the last wobbleThe top fallsItContinue reading “Closer to Core”
The red petal
Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”
People fade, Music remains
Sitting in a cafeMusic baring loudCan’t hear a thingAlone, in the crowd Cocooned in the songPeople speak with no voiceJust the lips movingAnd a silent noise There is no one to seeBlinding Lights cloud the eyeIn those flickering lightsshadows hide, whoever am I In the public, I findMy own private spaceI have nothing to explainThereContinue reading “People fade, Music remains”
The minar that stood tall
It was a trip to recreate a photograph, which was taken a decade and a half ago. A picture taken when the four of us were first visiting the tallest stone structure (238 ft tall). I am told it is about couple of feet shorter than Taj Mahal, but I wonder if it makes itContinue reading “The minar that stood tall”
Riding on branches
Old tree stands witness Memories ride on branches Next story unfolds #Whatdoyousee Response to Picture prompt on What Do You See # 203 September 11, 2023 Riding on branches the cycle continues
