Echoes of the soul

Sunflower #haiku

The flower withers The sun stays shining above Seeds will rise again #TankaTuesday

Ever seen lightsin the nightLittle windowsCurtained or otherwise Spilling lights,Telling talesInocent traitorsof secrets inside Telling allYet holding backHeld back byVaguest of ties Each one lostIn multitudes of lightsHiding, yet being a beaconOf another life Another lifeFull of sorrows and liesCelebrating a happy momentOr a momentous high Each one trappedWith losses and gainor with a dreadofContinue reading “Silent windows”

Silent Din

In the dinof silenceI heardThe silent shriek In the hollowsof the heartIt echoedloud The eyeswell upWith ripples of tearsglazed Tricklingover the brimFlowing freelyAt last Flowing unrestrainedOver the stony cheeks till the creasesof the hesitant smile There it pausedBetween the sad EndAnd a happy Beginning

Krishna

The music of the fluteAnd the breath of the soundis himThe smile on the lipsAnd the happiness withinis himThe moment in the flow of timeThe past, present and futureis himThe twinkle in the eyeThe beauty in the eyesis himThe glitter of the seenThe presence of the unseenIs himThe warmth in the hugThe unbridled loveis himTheContinue reading “Krishna”

My music

Music playingin my ear Earphonesfiltering the noise I am with meAlone Dancing unabashedlyin my mind Yet sitting placidfor the outside This imbecile footTapping to the unheard rhythm And thatimprudent smile Giving awayMy secrets My musicWithin

Badlon ke Pare

बादलों के परे हूँ मैंशायदआसमान हूँ मैं ख़ुशियों की हवाओं मेंहै मेरी उड़ानफिर भी परेशान हूँ मैं अपने आप को ढूँढने निकला हूँअपने आप सेअनजान हूँ मैं फ़िज़ाओं में क़ैद हूँहाँ ख़ुदा नहीं हूँइंसान हूँ मैं

Thoughts pour on paper

Letters got typedSticking together to form wordsthey appear familiarthey mirror my thoughtsSometimes trulySometimes to please

Into the bright sun

In their shadowsShe stayedscreened and protected They meant wellAlways bearing the scorchShielding the sun But little did they knowShe never bloomedShe was missing the sunshine Today she stepped outInto the bright sunher upturned face turning pink FFFC # 179, hosted by Fandango

One Liners

What I saw in the sun is what sun saw reflecting in me In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday

Hanging on hope

In the dark he wentLeaving a scent behindAlone I waitOn the edgesof darknessThe deep lonely blackClosing in on meI stay aliveand sanehanging on to the hopeHanging precariouslyon the imagined footstepsOn his cloths that hangAnd a shrinking strip of light Photo Challenge #425