When I wake up rubbing my eyesdone with sleepready for the waking world I will grab in vainthe fading dreaminglingering in my woken mindready to beuncoiled and uncurled The routine of livingwill occupy timeturning minutes to hoursmorning to afternoonday into night sucked in the vortex of doing I will miss the good partof beingI mayContinue reading “Living a dream”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
In the Maze
In the MazeAll you wantAll that you needIs availableFor a priceConsumeAll you wantIt’s all yoursThe glitzAnd the shimmerOnly till you are there In the Maze
I joined the road
चला है ये रास्ता तेरी तरफ़ हो लिया हूँ मैं भी साथ Trees alongside waveThe road rushes towards youI too joined the road
Ripple in the sky
Silently shaking the leaves
There is a wind a gentle one Not in a hurry Yet moving Silently shaking the leaves Yet not raising dust That’s not its purpose
I wait at the beach
I sitby the seaon a empty morning beachpristine untouchedby other footstepsyet to reach The morning breezemoves the wavesever so gentlyplucking up a few dropswith every splashevery froth It touches my facewipes a tearbefore it rises to fill the blue skypuckering the flat skywith white fluffy dye soon it hidesthe rising sundark enough to form aContinue reading “I wait at the beach”
The wind in my hair
The wind Blew through my hair It brought some sand That stayed With me
Footsteps on Sand
Footsteps Firmly imprinted On the sand Walk along the sea trying to dodge and avoid the waves of time Till as long at least forever Unannounced It comes The roaring wave Wets the pristine feet Leaving a speck of sand and the frothing foam Also washing away Without trace the treasured Footsteps
Singing my song
Drivenby the unseenI falland I rise there is a firethat razesdeep withinunseen otherwise it speaksin a silent yet insistentshout I obeyirrespective I have no choiceneither a doubt sometime I winsometime I loseit’s a flip of coin just a matter of chance the voice withinstill rantsI follow itlike a trance I roll along the slopeon aContinue reading “Singing my song”
Sun Day
If it were not a Sunday Would the sun shine brighter After all, it’s Sun’s Day Whose days are the rest?
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