डायरी में काम लिख करपूरा दिन भर दियालो एक दिन और गुजर गयाएक और इज़ाफ़ा सिफर हो गया ये लिस्ट लंबी है अभी काम बाकी है वक्त का हर लम्हा भर सा गया हैएक और दिन इसी होड मेंबिसर हो गया रस्ता लंबा हैपेड़ों का साया पीछे रह गयारुकने का वक्त मुकर्रर नहीं कियाहर नज़ाराContinue reading “एक और एज़फा सिफर हो गया”
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Fire in the Mortal Urn
Few seeMany don’tThe vain yearning Dark bordersSqueeze closeGloom is gaining CrushedBruisedYet it glows It ShinesWhat is meOne within knows The fireMy giftKeeps glowing Dimly firstBrighter nextKeeps growing No reasonNo needJust to burn LivingCelebrating lightInside the mortal urn
Cooking a Happy Moment
Oil sizzles invitinglyOnions and tomatoesWait patiently slicedThe pan bears the heatIts time to cookSomething is being created Vegitables add coloursNutrition also maybeMeat also for those who preferEach bring their essenceTogether they mingleSomething is getting created Sprinkled spicesWrinkle the nostrilsAroma is the productNot the foodBut an essential partSomething is getting created The garnish decoratesEyes eat tooPossiblyContinue reading “Cooking a Happy Moment”
डायरी में काम लिख करपूरा दिन भर दियालो एक दिन और गुजर गयाएक और इजाफा सिफर हो गया
Flaming Beauty
Blazing calmFlames douse the sunDusk stands still#haiku#viewfrommywindow
the true colours
enticing wonders red, yellow and blue wise see the true
Which one is the truth…?
Ridhesh and Meghna have always been the travelling types. Any travel was an opportunity for them to move out of the program codes on their computer screens and into the real world. Both had graduated together from NIT with BTech with majors in Computer Science. Making conversations with people they meet and living the customsContinue reading “Which one is the truth…?”
Memories relived
Green pastures and blue sky now and then Years flow by in the river
New trails New treads
Bags packed to leave Onwards to new trails Rains wash old treads
The Democratic dream
The dream of democracy Utopian it may be, but full of hope it is. Many voices through one, a dream it may be but full of hope it is Virtuous leader must emerge Reflecting the voices Chaotic fairness it may be, but full of hope it is It is a dream isnt it?
My Tales Within 