Echoes of the soul

Bad dream

Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark…. Bad dreamPlays out Tormentsbehind the closed eyesCold Sweat on the browand a pounding heartThat almost diedWoke up relievedIt was unrealmade upContinue reading “Bad dream”

The painter up there

My first sight

I saw your splendourIn my first sight before dawnAnd my world glowed too

In the rough

For the love of golf!!

A different sky

A hopeful ray (a musette)

In skyA hopeful rayShines highWhite brushPainting the cloudsGrey blushSame rayBrings back the hopeEach day Yes, I wrote a Musette

Carrying the sky

बंधा हुआ हूँ अनगिनत बेड़ियों में फिर भी आसमान उठा रखा है

Lavender

Still, in the storm

In the storm, two leavesTossed around MercilesslyAfraid of chaosLonely, hurt and uncertainBlown away to the nowhere Then in a momentIn a miraculous actThey lock togetherSwirling and dancing as onestill, together, forever In the eye of stormSwirling melodiouslyThe storm meant no threatEverything stood still and watchedOnly Song they heard, not roar

A fly on the nose

A fly on the noseSeenFeltYet unassailable.Staring throughMillion eyesRubbing few of its handsIn a smirkYet seemingly vulnerableA strike Must do the trickA quick And a precise oneElse you may have your noseUnavailable But that’s whatThe superior human mind thinksStrategising a strikeBut a fraction to lateFor the dipteranIs unconquerableIt fliesQuicker than the strikeIt’s a flyNo wonderThe contemptContinue reading “A fly on the nose”