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”

5 am

Just in timeWith the sunOr some timea bit before I riseFrom a blissful sleepOr sometimesa tumultuous one Meeting the dayFreshOr sometimesa bit groggy Off the bedWith purposeOr sometimesJust laying down A cup of coffeea moment staring at windowor sometimesHitting the snooze Its another dayWe just metI think we like each otherIt would be fun

Ek sham guzri khushi ke saath

एक शाम गुज़रीसाथ ख़ुशी केबहुत हंसेठहाके लगा के लायी एक तोहफ़ाएक मुस्कुराहटएक हँसीख़ुशी अपने आँचल में छिपा के कई बातें कहीकुछ उसकी सुनीकहा सिर्फ़ जो अच्छा लगेबाक़ी सब मन में छिपा के गरम हाथों से छुआदिलों की गहराइयों कोबैठे साथ साथ जोहाथों में उसका हाथ लेके एक नमी सी महसूस कीमुस्कुराहट के पीछेग़म की परछाईंContinue reading “Ek sham guzri khushi ke saath”

Rules of the game (Dharma)

Every game has a ruleIf you decide to play the gameYou must followThat is the rule Rules decides who winsAnd who losesYou must accept the resultsThat is how it works The rules form the matrixOver which the game is playedGame cannot exist without itThe rule is the root The rule connects the playersIn the game,Continue reading “Rules of the game (Dharma)”

I will live my life tomorrow

Weary eyes squintafter an uneasy nightas the unfaithful curtains let in the unforgiving sunlight,sips from the bitter cup of coffeepush the dreams to the fringeushering in, the real worldfast enough to make you cringe,Lets get up and runthere’s a lot to be doneToday, there’s a schedule to followWait,I’ll live my life tomorrow Hurried footsteps overContinue reading “I will live my life tomorrow”

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”