My Tales Within

By default

How do you waste the most time every day?

Wasting time

Is my default mode

Sometimes

I am Prompted 😉😄

No candles, no lamps

I did not light a candle

Neither did I light a lamp

I stood there with my eyes closed

Willing to burn in your glow

Start with here

What countries do you want to visit?

I haven’t seen mine fully

I will start here first

And yes to the places that Beakon

Where you are welcome

Pure black coffee #haiku

When bubbles are gone
Slowly and gradually
black coffee remains

I can’t wait

Patience

Is to wait

Till the right time

It does feel

The right thing to do

But then

when we can’t wait

filled with expectations

That’s where the hour

stretches to eternity

That’s when you

swipe and refresh

And then you say

Yes, it will be…

What’s the rush, You ask

But deep down

You know

You can’t wait

In somewhere in between

There hangs the balance

Of peace

And expectations

I hate the season that’s now

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

I like all seasons

Except the one now

It’s hot in summers

I hate the heat

Yet when it’s over

I remember the blue skies

The light morning breeze

and the happy birds

In the monsoons

I hate the rains

It’s so wet and soggy

Yet when it’s over

I love the coloured umbrellas

The dance in the rains

Happy splashes on the puddles

And the platter on window panes

In the autumn

I hate the dry leaves

That muck up the streets

And clog the drains

Yet when it’s over

I remember the colourful fall

The rusty and the orange hues

The crunchy step on the fallen leaf

And the cool crispy breeze

The festive cheer

With the winter near

It’s the winter

And I dread the cold

The layer of cloths worn in vain

The numb fingers

And the cough and sneeze

Yet when it’s over

I remember the mist in the breath

The cozy snuggle in the quilt

The lazy morning in the warm sun

And the soothing wine and cake

In the glittery starry nights

And then comes the spring

Overhyped and warm

Just when I started to like the chill

And my sweaters were out

Yet when it’s over

I can still smell the flowers

The blossoming trees

With new promising leaf

The cycle goes on

Every end a beginning

Every past

remembered

Every now

forgotten

I hate the seasons

Yet I know

I will like them anyhow

Alone is not an option

There is nowhere
I can be me
Other than ‘in me’

There are voices
That say
You can’t be ‘You’

Who else 
Can I be, I wonder 
When I am crafted to be 
Just ‘Me’

Yes, It might be a good idea
To be alone
But I know 
that can’t be

It might be better
If in you
I only see me

The third one hit me

List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?

The first one

Missed me by a whisker

The second one

Wasn’t aimed very well

The third book

Hit me square in the face

I never knew

Books could make such impact

When thrown

With such velocity

And passion

😄😄😄

My little twinkling star

तेरे मेरे जैसा 
पर कुछ हमसे अलग 
कुछ नायाब 
बस सबसे अलग 

एक हीरा 
एक गुलाब 
महकाता हर महफ़िल 
और रोशन रखता हर मंज़र 

मेरा अंश है 
पर मुझसे अधिक
तुझको सिखाया था 
अब तुझसे सीखते हैं 
ख़ुश रहने का सबक
हर बार नया, तुझमें देखते है 

है तू नहीं, 
सिर्फ़ हमारी ख़ुशी 
मैंने जाना, 
तू साक्षात ख़ुशी है 

कुरेद कर देख लिया 
हर परत तेरी, 
तू मुक़्क़मल ख़ुशी है 

तु रोशनी है हमारी 
तुझसे है, सब रोशन
मेरा अंश है 
पर मुझसे मीलों अधिक है 

और याद रखना 
तू मेरा है पहले 
है एक अंश मेरा 
प्यारा सा 
बस मेरा 

फिर सबका है 
टिमटिमाता 
महकता 
एक रोशन सितारा

My little twinkling star

तेरे मेरे जैसा 
पर कुछ हमसे अलग 
कुछ नायाब 
बस सबसे अलग 

एक हीरा 
एक गुलाब 
महकाता हर महफ़िल 
और रोशन रखता हर मंज़र 

मेरा अंश है 
पर मुझसे अधिक
तुझको सिखाया था 
अब तुझसे सीखते हैं 
ख़ुश रहने का सबक
हर बार नया, तुझमें देखते है 

है तू नहीं, 
सिर्फ़ हमारी ख़ुशी 
मैंने जाना, 
तू साक्षात ख़ुशी है 

कुरेद कर देख लिया 
हर परत तेरी, 
तू मुक़्क़मल ख़ुशी है 

तु रोशनी है हमारी 
तुझसे है, सब रोशन
मेरा अंश है 
पर मुझसे मीलों अधिक है 

और याद रखना 
तू मेरा है पहले 
है एक अंश मेरा 
प्यारा सा 
बस मेरा 

टिमटिमाता 
महकता 
एक रोशन सितारा