Echoes of the soul

Wherever

Wherever is a good destination In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday #1LinerWeds

Destination wherever (Manzil Kahan)

सुबह कीख़ामोश रास्तों पररोशनी की किरण हूँ में रात कीसोए हुए अंधेरों कीपहली सुबह हूँ मैं ख़्वाबों के अधूरे अल्फ़ाज़ों कीअनकही कहानी हूँ में सफ़र कीअनजान राहों काअकेला राही हूँ मैं मंज़िलों कीपहचान नहीं हैंशायद पहुँच गया हूँ मैं

The longest Day #tanka

Each minute countedwait seem to stretch foreverIt’s been the longestbreath seems to be laboured nowI wonder which will be last #TankaTuesday

Stillness of the deep

In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAndContinue reading “Stillness of the deep”

Khamoshi

मैं ख़ामोश हूँमेरी चीख़ों को आवाज़ों कीज़रूरत नहीं ख़ामोश अल्फ़ाज़ों कोलफ़्ज़ों की बैसाखियों कीज़रूरत नहीं शब्दों में फ़रेब हैखामोशी में नहींबंद लबों कोक़समों कि ज़रूरत नहीं शब्दों में बनावट हैखामोशी में नहींदिल की गहराइयों मेंमन के बदलते मिज़ाज नहीं मैं ख़ामोश हूँमेरी सचाई कोकिसी मंज़ूरी की ज़रूरत नहीं

Nothing but you

Leave everythingthat is not youLeave no traces of youNot even few Scrape the edgesDown to the coreTill you are leftWith nothing more Shed the pretenceShed the prideRemove the nameleave the identity aside As we reachthe last crumbWe gnaw awaythe senses numb there in the stillnesswhen nothing is youWhat is leftIs nothing but you

Wings on the wall

She always wondered what it was, that drew her to the inanimate wings etched on the wall.On that fateful night, on the way back from her office, she was surrounded by the uncouth, lecherous ruffians of the neighbourhood who had been stalking her. As she struggled in the clutches of the evil, she felt helplessContinue reading “Wings on the wall”

Riding free

She rides the horseA free spirited steedHooves galloping swiftWings flying wideSometimes on the groundon the lush green meadowSometimes in airOn the fluffy white cloudskicking up the grassAnd sometimes the cloudsBouncing manesAnd her flowing hairMatching their rhythmMatching the stridesThere is a songThat the wind singsShe hears the songShe sings that tooThere are no reinsThere is nowhereContinue reading “Riding free”

Sharing lives 18 Jul

Melanie, our gracious host has posed these questions for us this week; QUESTIONS; 1. In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet? A web 2. Is true beauty subjective or objective? Everything is beautiful 3. How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant? (like last week, I threw this one inContinue reading “Sharing lives 18 Jul”

My buried musical notes

I scribble my work notesKeeping my guitar asideMy song hangs in the airAs in my daily rut, I slide The pen writes deepImpressions go beyondIt takes its tollSmudges my happy song I need to pull backSit back and relax a littleThere is the sand that flowsThrough the hour glass so brittle I pick my guitarIContinue reading “My buried musical notes”