My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
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Ab uthegi subah
तुम उठोगी सुबह शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत जैसी तुम हो आँखें मलती हुई लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह जैसे तुम हो कुछ नींद में सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली जैसे तुम हो अब उठेगी सुबह मेरी बाहों में जैसे तुम हो
Break the law
Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how? The law unwrittenwas brokenwho would catchthe culprit who would judgethe crimewho would makethe distinction of the right from the wrong
A law to be changed
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why? Gravity it weighs me down 😀😀
It’s a good news
it’s a good newsI jump up highin the airUp highto touchthe sky where god staysthey say with prideI touch the cloudsmist slipping through clenched fiststry and grab the warm raysbut then fall backempty handedlanding backon the lapof the motherin the velvety grasssprinkling streamand rolling hillsand thereI find godit’s a good news
Bhul gaya sab kuch
भूलना हैबहुत कुछक्या क्या भुलाओगेये बताओ अगर याद करोगेवो सबतो फिर कैसे भुलाओगेये बताओ हर लम्हा नया हैसाफ़ सुथरा हैइसमें पुराने रंग क्यों भरेंये बताओ ख़ुशियों से भर देंइस लमहें कोआने वाला कल इसमें बसा हैइसे सजाओ ज़िंदा होतो जी लो ख़ुशी सेहर पल ज़िंदगी कालुफ्त उठाओ गहरी नींद में सो रहा हूँशायद सुबह होContinue reading “Bhul gaya sab kuch”
The extent of within
This profound question reverberates me #JusJoJan #randomthoughts #profoundquestions
Me not Me
Laden by baggageObscured by the pretencesI no longer me #WDYS
She is safe #tankatuesdays
She is bound and safeWarm cloak of expectationShe is a bit cold #haiku #tankatuesday
Our little girl
Her eyes clear Reflecting the mind Mischief peaking out Once in a while On her chosen path She is on her way Determined and sure None can make her sway Turning eighteen now An adult for the world Leader of the pack She is still our little girl
