Ladders are fixed on the aeroplane There is a queue to board Everyone rushes beyond me I stay rooted in the moment I don’t want to go
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Twinkle twinkle little star
There are stars of two kinds Shining in the night skyOne of them Bigfusing the atomsFiery and brightThe other oneTwinkling little starReflecting in my glittery eyesspeckled across the skySmall and niceI kind of believein the twinkling oneI just dodon’t ask me whyMaybe because it isLike a diamondIn the sky
Hammock hanging on stars
How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”
Dangling on a wire
HeadphonesConnected through the slender wirePlaying the strokesof slender fingerson piano tilesblack and white Played long in the pastthe eyes close shutAnd the aeroplane meltsThe clouds rush inAnd all that is leftIs the dangling wireWith pouring music
In the flying sky above
Yes, the land was visible, clear From the flying blue sky, And the floating white clouds, everything, as clear as thatA little familiar, a little strange, what name did we keep?by what name did we call? Yes I faintly remember, it was something like thatIt eluded mejust when I remembered When we would be closerMaybeContinue reading “In the flying sky above”
Dus-Hara
The arrow pierces Slaying ten heads Only one remains Everywhere Forever Happy Dus-hara
Empty and Bare
It ate from my hand Till it was empty and bare It waited in vain
There still is a blemish
A chip thereA chip hereand now it’s perfect?oh!!!there still is a blemishI need to work on
Udta hoon uchayion mein
हाँ नज़र आईवो ज़मीनउड़ते आसमान सेउन बादलों सेसाफ़ साफ़, सब कुछ थोड़ी पहचानीथोड़ी अजनबी सी लगीक्या रखा था नामकिस नाम से थी पहचानहाँ, ऐसा ही था कुछ ज़ुबान पे आते आते वो रह गयाजब पास पहुँचेंगे तो शायदयाद आएगाहर एक रस्ता, हर एक मंज़िलऔर वो सब कुछ फिर सोचेंगेउस ज़मीन पर रखें पाओंकी फिर सेContinue reading “Udta hoon uchayion mein”
What they don’t know about me
That I actually don’t know what they know about me
