No goodbyes

दोस्तों के साथ 
छुट्टी का आया है मौक़ा 
भर के रखे खूबसूरत कपड़े
बस कोई नक़ाब नहीं रखा 

कुछ उसने किया 
कुछ हमने कर लिया 
सबसे बेहतर होने का 
ऐसा कोई ख़िताब नहीं रखा 

जितना सोचा 
उससे ज़्यादा खूबसूरत पाया 
जितनी सुंदर यादें बटोरी हैं 
वैसा तो कभी ख़्वाब में भी नहीं देखा 

कई नज़ारे देखे 
ख़ुशियों का ख़ज़ाना हाथ आया 
जितना भी मिला बाँट लिया 
बस कोई हिसाब नहीं रखा 

हर चीज़ ख़त्म हो जाती है 
अच्छे दिन शायद कुछ और जल्दी 
फिर मिलेंगे, ये जानते हैं 
इसलिए अलविदा कहने का रिवाज़ नहीं रखा

The warmth of the Embrace

PC:Pinterest 
The warmth 
You feel in our embrace
is not of the blood
coursing through my veins
but of the beating heart
Filled with love

The embrace
goes deeper than the skin
Through the welling eyes
And the fragrant breath
To the echo of the heart
And to the bliss there

In that core
You will find me waiting
For there, is where we first met
and there, is where
we will find ourselves
Together, 
Forever

What’s it worth?

Shopping place

What good would be colours if you can see?

Colours add so much value if you can see?

But colours can only attract and grab attention. But cannot maintain it

It can only add value and be value by itself.

For it to be valuable, it needs the divinity of sight.

Else a worthless illusion

Still like a stone

Pc: pexels

Felt weary and filled with lethargy. Just didn’t want to move a limb. The stillness and heaviness I felt, I shared in common with the unmoving stone. The stone that is essentially full of inertia, lies unmoving, anchored. It’s entire being is filled with inertia and heaviness. It’s own weight keeps it rooted. It only frees itself by disintegrating into dust. Then it is flowing like a river, free like wind. That feeling is the context and origin of the poem that flowed out…

Like a stone
Lying still
Unmoving, Anchored
By my own burden
My own load

Thick, dense
Seeped in inertia 
Unmoving, anchored 
By deep weariness 
My own weight 

There are 
Places to go
Paths to be traveled 
But they can wait
Till I stay still 
and weather to the dust

Then I will flow
With the happy river
Dissolved in the drops
Falling over the precipice 
Spraying into the wind

Then I will fly 
Free from being a stone
Free to fly with the wind
Swirling in the air
Land wherever 
To fly once again

Then I will be dust 
Unseen
Insignificant 
Light like air 
And free like a wind