Sharing lives 18 Jul

Melanie, our gracious host has posed these questions for us this week;


1. In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet?

A web

2. Is true beauty subjective or objective?

Everything is beautiful

3. How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant? (like last week, I threw this one in for lightening things up a bit. There is no ‘right or wrong ‘ answer – just have fun with it).

One angry one

For example, this elephant is very vulnerable to a chicken attack;

4. If your five-year-old self suddenly found themselves inhabiting your current body, what would your five-year-old self do first? 

I already have five year old within. It just slides from my heart to the leg through my veins


What’s an aspect of your personality that you’re grateful for?

I am grateful for what I am.


My buried musical notes

I scribble my work notes
Keeping my guitar aside
My song hangs in the air
As in my daily rut, I slide

The pen writes deep
Impressions go beyond
It takes its toll
Smudges my happy song

I need to pull back
Sit back and relax a little
There is the sand that flows
Through the hour glass so brittle

I pick my guitar
I strum my tune
I have a life to sing
I am not stopping too soon




Wo mod hi nazar nahin aata

एक अंधेरा भी है
जो रोशन बहुत है
एक खामोशी है
जो कहानी कहे जा रही है

मेरे साथ मेरा साया था
रात हुई तो खो गया है शायद
कल सुबह सुबह मिलेंगे उससे
अभी अकेले चल पड़ा हूँ

साथ साथ अंधेरा भी चल पड़ा है
और वो बातूनी खामोशी भी
पूछे बिग़ैर अपने अकेले क़ाफ़िले में
शामिल हो गया है

बातों बातों में
वक्त का पता ना चला
शायद मेरे साये के साथ
रुक गया था वहीं

अब जब सुबह हुई
तो दोनो, साथ मिलने आए हैं
दिन भर की दौड़ का
एहसास साथ लाये हैं

मैंने अपने रात के साथियों से पूछा
मेरे साथ चलोगे
पर वो वहीं खड़े रहे
मेरे सुकून के साथ

अंधेरे और खामोशी को
फिर मिलने का वादा किया
और घड़ी की सूयियों के साथ
मैंने अपने आप को खो दिया

शाम होने को है
इंतज़ार करते होंगे वो मेरा
उस मोड़ पे जहां छोड़ा था
पर में खो गया हूँ

वो मोड़ ही नहीं नज़र आता
जहां छोड़ा था अपने सुकून को
कई दिनों से ढूँढ रहा हूँ
शायद इसी लिए दौड़ रहा हूँ

The earthy smell

Clouds sprout in plenty
Flourishing in the fresh new glow
Floating merrily above
invisible roots stretching out below

They belong to the sky
Born out of the rain
Sun it’s father
arisen from the earthly womb’s pain

Yet to grow
They are white
Someday they will be laden
With all the burden that arise

Turning dark
It obscures the sun
Casting shadow on the earth below
Filled with pride of being the one

But as the chalice fills
It is bound to pour
The parched earth waits
Knowing what would happen for sure

There falls the first drop
meeting the ground In a messy splash
Disappearing beneath
Merging with the soil at the very crash

From the wet earth
Comes the earthy smell
Full of love and gratitude
Meeting her son, million hearts swell

The quite place

It was a picnic
Just Him and her
a quiet place
Deafening silence prevailed
Filled by the roar of water
He seemed to say something
The bark was incessant
There was nothing to worry
She said
in a calming voice
her voice drowned
in the falling water
They were safe
Encased by the logs
In their secret place
No one would trouble them
Not even her parents
No one knew
The rising waters drenched her dress

What do you see’ Prompt #142

For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt

Make a note on the blue skies

Script of my life

Pen touches the paper
Every night as I sleep
memoirs of the day
Etched on paper
Forever as the
Ink dries

I am the maker
I am the made
Why make it sad
When happy it can be
Foolish is the one
who cries

Every moment reframed
The way I wanted
All sad ones made happy
Every defeat turned to victory
Some truths are
made of lies

For the script of my life
I am the author
Let’s pick up the pen
Let’s make a note
On the river, mountains
and the blue skies

Written for Linda’s SoCS prompt- Make a note 



At last free

Water is free
From the confines
of the unseen glass
It leaps out
Off the rim
Into the free wind
Caught by the gust
It dissipates
into million droplets
Losing its identity
No longer liquid
Just a free vapour
Existing unseen
Separated droplets
Flowing in the air
Evaporating into clouds
There they gather
and make a plan
They hurl down
as a torrid rain
Through rivulets
they travel
Gushing on preset path
In the river they meet
Finally united
as one
Together they flow
At last free


This post is in response to:

Sadje’s What do you see # 140 #WDYS