Echoes of the soul

Tumse main hoon

तुम अलग नहींतुम मुझमें होआपस में कोईफ़ासला नहीं एक मुलाक़ातबरसों पहले हुई थीपहली मुलाक़ातबादलों में हुई कभी सफ़र सदियों का हैराह साथ गुज़ारी हैज़िंदगी की रेत परकदमों के निशान दो नहीं साथ जो गुज़राहर लम्हा बेमिसालअसल में या ख़्वाबों मेंतुम्हारे बिना कोई पल नहीं नाम जुड़ गया हैख़्वाब और उम्मीदें जुड़ गयीं हैंएक हस्ती हैमेरीContinue reading “Tumse main hoon”

The green tent

There stood a tentWith the colour so greenon the side of the roadSomewhere in between Some just passed bySome stopped to seeFor it never stopped anyonejust waited in the shadow of the tree The wind straining on the fabricPickets fixing the tent to the groundResisting the urge to fly awayWaiting forever to be found ItContinue reading “The green tent”

Useful friend #poetrychallenge

Rain pours incessantUmbrella keeps companyuseful friend for her This post is an Haiku in response to this week’s prompt “Useful” on TankaTuesday challenge,

Swirl in the Rain

Swirl of the umbrella Spinning the rain drops Making that dance Oh what a spectacle! I stopped as the crowd gathered Suddenly Aware of my self The umbrella continued to swirl My feet fell silent, stuck in my shackle. My eyes filled with shame I did what I shouldn’t have Each accusing eye, a strangerContinue reading “Swirl in the Rain”

Wetness remains on Sand

Wave break on the shoreRetreats back to the oceanWetness stays on sand

Sawaal

नो पूछो सवालना जवाबों की उमीद रखोमोहब्बत है तो सिर्फ़मोहब्बत की उमीद रखो

She is the mother

Quiet but firmShe silently watchesShe is the mother Filled with emotionsShe hides with a smileShe is the mother She can shed a tearBut she holds them backShe is the mother From the shadows she emergedTo be a pillar of strengthShe is the mother

I am me

Bit tired, I trudge onDragging my feetMy steps too smallThe end looking farBrow dripping with sweatSome trickle down the eyeIt’s weary Bit worried, I am scared Eyes cast down Trepidations rise up the throat Filling the heavy beating heart Veins pulsate fear Permeates every cell It’s infectious Bit unsure, full of doubt Shaking to theContinue reading “I am me”

Pouring Rain

Pouring rain fallsLands on my shoulderI am drenchedin heaven itself There is a streamThat flows on my faceMy eyes and heartBrim up on bliss itself @warrie73 https://www.instagram.com/reel/CdtB1yRlqU_zuUtfoWLP0NDWc0eleNfRHFIqj80/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Sleep

Quadrille Monday at d’Verse is over. The prompt was any form of the word sleep. This is the first time i am participating in this beautiful portal of connect. But strangely, like the promtpt I slept. So i am posting my attempt at Quadrille on a tuesday, which faithfully follows the manic monday.I have usedContinue reading “Sleep”