Echoes of the soul

Still like a stone

Felt weary and filled with lethargy. Just didn’t want to move a limb. The stillness and heaviness I felt, I shared in common with the unmoving stone. The stone that is essentially full of inertia, lies unmoving, anchored. It’s entire being is filled with inertia and heaviness. It’s own weight keeps it rooted. It onlyContinue reading “Still like a stone”

Think…

Never grow up

My oldest stuff

What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today? My genes

I became my future

I read my horoscope It predicted a sad day for me today I feel sad already

I can fly

My house Nailed to the tree Rooted to the ground But I can fly

Leaves of white cloud

They have no meaningTill they bring nourishing rainLeaves made of white clouds

The day rises

बादलों को जला कर सुबह आयी है अब आसमान को रंगना है नीला

Colour of the sky

है आसमान में कौनसा रंग वो तो दिखता है हवा और बादलों में है बादलों में कौनसा रंग हल्के हैं, तो सफ़ेद भर गये, तो काले हवा मैं कौनसा रंग है सुबह का नीला है श्याम की लालिमा और रात का सावलापनहै आसमान अठरंगीहर रंग में ढाला वो देखती हैं आँखें जो हो मन मेंContinue reading “Colour of the sky”

I fit in. That’s a crime

I don’t belongBut I stayEvery nightEvery dayI am not wrongYet I changeUnnoticed That’s strangeI am not me it’s fine I fit inThat’s crimeI am happythey do sayEvery nightEvery day