उसी मंदिर की घास पर बैठे,नंगे पाओं।सर झुकाए इबादत मेंकई साल गुज़र गए । छोटे पाओं बड़े हो गयेदिल मगर सिकुड़ गये।दिल खोल के हंसेकई साल गुज़र गये । फ़र्श साफ़ सुथरा हैशायद पहले से महँगा।नंगे पाओं चलेकई साल गुज़र गये । है रास्ता वहीकदम चले सोच समझ केबेख़ौफ़ दौड़ेकई साल गुज़र गये । हैContinue reading “Kai saal guzar gaye”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
New dawn
The new dawn waits for sunriseThe grey sky lingersThere is promise in the day
Saying no to this and that…
Not thisnot thatnone of this thisthat and all of this to get,is nothingThere is only nothing to giveis everything what is there to keep what would remainif I said noto everything there, wherethere is nothing will be Me
Rains
What is your favorite type of weather? it’s Rains when it poursfrom heavensto earth when under dancing feetthere is a happy splash when umbrellas spring to lifeof many colours when rivulets are fullwith naughty water when earthsmellsearthy when the wetnessis thereand here too
Tattoo on the heart
Needle pierces skinBlood dries black on broken heartThe mark remains there etched #haiku
the word that describes me
if there was a wordthat describedwho I am it would arisefrom the abyssthat I am the unheard shoutthat, what will echois the one, I am the grossand the shadowthe light, I am whispering windthe cool breezethe fragrance, I am in the worldI have become dirty otherwise, pure I am A word that meansa word thatContinue reading “the word that describes me”
The next shore of the Sun
I have left the shoreand the next oneI can’t yet seeIn the meagre boatWith my two oarsI battle the sea The shimmering moonThe bobbing wavesmake me numbThe salty windThe gentle rocking stillnessI fear, make me succumb Through the half closed eyeAnd the dreamy mindI see gold, transforming the crimsonVictorious sun risesAnd there comes the dawnThereContinue reading “The next shore of the Sun”
Finding a way to Lose
Whenhave I found myselfto loseme? Which mewould I findtherewhere I findmyself? and when I findmyselfwould there bejoy? or in losingmyself would there be the greatestjoy? Where is your joy? In finding or Losing?
The sculpture is being made
New placenew beginnings a blank new slatethe sun is lateit’s morning not yetbut I am wide awakeIts a fresh patha new trailthe one, I need to blaze every stumble taught a lessonevery fall a chisel strokethis sculpture is being madethe future is blurred but in my mind it’s clearit’s for me to create
Are you superstitious?
The right step first or should it be the leftwhich one would be right?which place I am headed hope that’s rightbecause that’s all that mattersif the destination is noble the steps will be auspiciousrestis superstitious
My Tales Within 