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The music of the flute
And the breath of the sound
is him
The smile on the lips
And the happiness within
is him
The moment in the flow of time
The past, present and future
is him
The twinkle in the eye
The beauty in the eyes
is him
The glitter of the seen
The presence of the unseen
Is him
The warmth in the hug
The unbridled love
is him
The hope in his birth
and the unborn forever
is him


Badlon ke Pare

बादलों के परे हूँ मैं
आसमान हूँ मैं

ख़ुशियों की हवाओं में
है मेरी उड़ान
फिर भी परेशान हूँ मैं

अपने आप को ढूँढने निकला हूँ
अपने आप से
अनजान हूँ मैं

फ़िज़ाओं में क़ैद हूँ
हाँ ख़ुदा नहीं हूँ
इंसान हूँ मैं

Into the bright sun

The image is from Agung Pandit Wiguna at

In their shadows
She stayed
screened and protected

They meant well
Always bearing the scorch
Shielding the sun

But little did they know
She never bloomed
She was missing the sunshine

Today she stepped out
Into the bright sun
her upturned face turning pink

FFFC # 179, hosted by Fandango

Like the Butterflies

Many colours
on our wings
We are like
the butterflies

in the breeze
In frolic and in pain
Always looking nice

The warm long hugs
The loud happy laughs
Pats on the heads
And the soothing lullabies

Talks on the swings
stretching into the night
songs of nostalgia
and a pair of moist eyes

Memories add a tinge
to the colours on our wings
Some dark crimson
Some matching the blue skies

Sun glides
on our wings
Turning dawn to dusk
Swiftly the time flies

We spring and fly
onwards on our own
Wings a bit laden
with tearful goodbyes

Bound to be back
tethered to our kaleidoscope of love
Like the rays of the sun
And the butterflies