A momentA lifetimeAlways togetherOne step at a time Sharing a laughShedding a tearAlways in blissOne step at a time Celebrations of successTrepidation of failuresHolding hands alwaysOne step at time The warm hugHeartbeats ResonateAlways in embraceOne step at a time A breathA fragranceThe endless infinite kissOne step at a time FriendsSmitten in loveOn a forever journeyContinue reading “On a Forever Journey”
Author Archives: Echoes of the soul
Pure White or Yellow
So pure and whitecould have been yellowMay be used on the foreheadBut most of the time, for the below Made of the same stuffLike the books on the shelfOne brimming with wisdomOther stained with remains of rectum Each having a purposeAnd a rung on the ladder of priorityEach one satisfies a needfor leisure, or aContinue reading “Pure White or Yellow”
The right start #haiku
Earnestly I startA step in right directionI skip happily
Hidden by the Mist
Into the woodsThey walkPath hiddenby the mist Alongsidestep by steptogetherHeld by the Wrist Unruly stonesFeet do stumbleHurt and acheAnkles do twist The tender touchRub on the skinLove healswarm shoulders assist Every worryEvery sorrowForgottenWhen they kissed Don’t need a destinationWhen we are togetherIn the woodsHidden by the mist #Whatdoyousee #WDYS
Ek Aur Baar
एक शहर पुरानायादों से भरा हुआयादों की डोर खींच लायी हैएक बार और हर लम्हा याद आया हैवो मोड़, वो हँसीफिर वही रास्तेएक बार और कहीं निशान मिट गएकहीं अब भी सजावट हैकिसी ने पुकारा हैएक बार और एक खुश लम्हायहीं रह गया थामिल कर हँसे हैंएक बार और ईंटों की ढेरइमारत बनेगीफिर घर बसेगाएकContinue reading “Ek Aur Baar”
Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory
My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. WithContinue reading “Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory”
Horizon of light #Haiku
Light separatesilluminates them tooThe earth and the sky
Confined to the Stack #haiku
Shining, sharp and stackedWaiting to stab, poke and scoopConfined to the stack
Its wine or blood
It’s wine or bloodDepends on how it tastesEach one intoxicatingDepends on how one takes It’s an addictionThe goblets changethe body or the bottlethe coincidence is strange Rich feast on poorStrong on the weakThe toast is for the victorNever a privilege of the meek The beast reeks of powerThere is no remorseful eyeIt sucks to theContinue reading “Its wine or blood”
Khamosh tare
रात की चहल पहल मेंतारे ख़ामोश थेकुछ आवाज़ ना हो जाएबादल, चुपचाप चल रहे थेचाँद आधा चमक रहा थाशायद कुछ छुपाए हुए थावो कदम साथ साथ चल रहे थेऔर धड़कन भीकुछ ना कहाफिर भी कहानी कह गएवो गूंजती धड़कनऔर वो ख़ामोश तारे
My Tales Within 