Echoes of the soul

Dark Coffee

Fluid Pours outWarm and brewedFrom the potInto the expectant gobletWaiting impatientlyLike a tired mind Crystals of sweetBlend like magicInto the Juiceof dark bitter beandark brown fluidLooks pretty fine The aroma risesHarbinger of the tasteScales the chasmbetween the cup and lipOh that smelltriggers the mind The first siptastes like heavenCataputing me awayFrom the grimeI am pureContinue reading “Dark Coffee”

Rear view mirror

In the rearviewLie memoriesBitter and sweet Beyond the mirrorlush meadows stretchwith possibilities to greet We move onWith our livesEach on a different street We had our moments togetherIt’s goodbye for nowWith promises to meet

Aakhon ka Kasur

ये आँखेंसब देखती हैक़सूर क्या इनका हैमन का शीशा हैजो बिखरा हुआ है कौन सी बातें हैंजो कहें हमजो अछी लगेंशब्दों का ज़ायक़ाकुछ बिगड़ा हुआ है सारा जहां ज़हन में हैक्यूँ फ़िज़ूलजमाने से ख़फ़ा हैंमन का चश्मा हैजो ज़रा पोशिदा है

I am home

The house stood tallProud and elegantLike it’s been waiting The swing watchedQuite and staticLike it’s been waiting The porch extended its armpainted freshly redDressed elaborately to receive The demon face smilesVainly trying to scareGrossly unable to deceive The furniture sits calmlySure of us to sit with themYet a bit impatient The calendar marks the dateCrossingContinue reading “I am home”

I think….

I think music is a portal to another dimension. It has the ability to move you through and beyond the physical experience of sound. Sound, which exists in the trappings of the four-dimensional universe is only a means. The only requirement is to hear the music beyond the physical hearing. To feel it and thenContinue reading “I think….”

Imagination (Elfchen)

Imagination Flies unrestrained Wild and unbridled No shackles no boundaries Beyond

Place in my heart

There is a placein my heartWhere love hurts Lurks in the depthsSometimes hiddenSometimes it erupts Not in wordsNor in sightHas no end, and no start I am alone thereIt’s my spaceTucked deep in my heart

Rise

I have risen From the shadow of myself And I reach myself

The dream of Democracy

The dream of democracyUtopian it may be,but full of hope… it is. Many voicesthrough one,a dream it may bebut full of hope… it is Virtuous leader emergeReflecting the voicesChaotic fairness it may be,but full of hope… it is Power to the peopleThrough the will of peopleFor the wish of the peopleIdealistic it isbut full ofContinue reading “The dream of Democracy”

The din would stop

The din would stopThe clamour would ceaseIn the calm that followsYou will find me And when you doPromise me you shallBe true in what you doTrue in what you be For what you areIs because of meFor what you must beis what they see You will recogniseI haven’t changedIn the changing timesI have remained SteadfastContinue reading “The din would stop”