Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Priority #1
What’s your #1 priority tomorrow? All those which would remain for tomorrow are Priority #2
Moon floats
Work never kills…they say
Hard worknever kills that’s what they say harder you workthough, wouldn’t get you more pay Yes, it makesyou feel goodafter a hard working day How else this dragon of timewould you everslay work I would dotill my limb permitand they are willing topay then one dayI would lay down stilland sleep the entireday
World will have to wait
Sheepishly, Little paws Ventured outBeyond the knownGate swung openTo reveal another worldNo chew sticksNo flavoured bonesThere he stoodWavering and unsureOn the very edge of his entire worldat the open portal, the open gateheld back by fearsit stayed rootedThere is a world out thereAnd it would have to wait
Two worlds mirror
Did you wonder, which one is the reflection? Think…😊
The wet grass and the feet of sun
गीले घास पर पड़े जब नंगे पैर लगा जैसे धरती से जुड़ गया हूँ ओस की ठंडक जैसे मुझमें घुलने लगी भीनी भीनी सी सुबह की धूप भी आसमानों से जैसे उसी वक़्त आ पहुँची उसकी गर्माहट कुछ नया एहसास लेके आयी है खून के सात घुल कर दिलों की धड़कन और साँसों में समायीContinue reading “The wet grass and the feet of sun”
Scratches on the Disc…and I dance
Scratches on the discForm Concentric RutsThey playWhat they heardNo ifs, no butsThe grooveslinger longDeeper, it getsHappiness EludesDeeper regretsThe disc RotatesNeedle rides alongScratch by scratch PlaysThe preset songOld song playsmemories paralyseMind stuck in pastEyes well upheart achesPoison surges fastShake of the headShrug of the shoulderBreaks the crippling tranceYes, it’s just a songWhy shouldn’t There be aContinue reading “Scratches on the Disc…and I dance”
Little Hands
Little handsCaressed Gently ruffled the worried hairAnd In that cozy momentCreptthe carefree sleepLike a shroud on a tired soulAnd thenwhen I opened my sleepy eyesShe was goneGrown And thenI couldn’t sleep
The God’s Whisper
Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper
My Tales Within 