Author Archives: Echoes of the soul

My buried musical notes

I scribble my work notesKeeping my guitar asideMy song hangs in the airAs in my daily rut, I slide The pen writes deepImpressions go beyondIt takes its tollSmudges my happy song I need to pull backSit back and relax a littleThere is the sand that flowsThrough the hour glass so brittle I pick my guitarIContinue reading “My buried musical notes”

Wo mod hi nazar nahin aata

एक अंधेरा भी हैजो रोशन बहुत हैएक खामोशी हैजो कहानी कहे जा रही है मेरे साथ मेरा साया थारात हुई तो खो गया है शायदकल सुबह सुबह मिलेंगे उससेअभी अकेले चल पड़ा हूँ साथ साथ अंधेरा भी चल पड़ा हैऔर वो बातूनी खामोशी भीपूछे बिग़ैर अपने अकेले क़ाफ़िले मेंशामिल हो गया है बातों बातों मेंवक्तContinue reading “Wo mod hi nazar nahin aata”

The earthy smell

Clouds sprout in plentyFlourishing in the fresh new glowFloating merrily aboveinvisible roots stretching out below They belong to the skyBorn out of the rainSun it’s fatherarisen from the earthly womb’s pain Yet to growThey are whiteSomeday they will be ladenWith all the burden that arise Turning darkIt obscures the sunCasting shadow on the earth belowFilledContinue reading “The earthy smell”

The quite place

It was a picnicJust Him and hera quiet placeDeafening silence prevailedFilled by the roar of waterHe seemed to say somethingThe bark was incessantThere was nothing to worryShe saidin a calming voiceher voice drownedin the falling waterThey were safeEncased by the logsIn their secret placeNo one would trouble themNot even her parentsNo one knewThe rising watersContinue reading “The quite place”

Make a note on the blue skies

Pen touches the paperEvery night as I sleepmemoirs of the dayEtched on paperForever as theInk dries I am the makerI am the madeWhy make it sadWhen happy it can beFoolish is the onewho cries Every moment reframedThe way I wantedAll sad ones made happyEvery defeat turned to victorySome truths aremade of lies For the scriptContinue reading “Make a note on the blue skies”

At last free

Water is freeFrom the confinesof the unseen glassIt leaps outOff the rimInto the free windCaught by the gustIt dissipatesinto million dropletsLosing its identityNo longer liquidJust a free vapourExisting unseenSeparated dropletsFlowing in the airEvaporating into cloudsThere they gatherand make a planThey hurl downas a torrid rainThrough rivuletsthey travelGushing on preset pathIn the river they meetFinally unitedasContinue reading “At last free”