Sheepishly,
Little paws
Ventured out
Beyond the known
Gate swung open
To reveal another world
No chew sticks
No flavoured bones
There he stood
Wavering and unsure
On the very edge of his entire world
at the open portal, the open gate
held back by fears
it stayed rooted
There is a world out there
And it would have to wait
Did you wonder, which one is the reflection?
Think…😊
गीले घास पर
पड़े जब नंगे पैर
लगा जैसे
धरती से जुड़ गया हूँ
ओस की ठंडक जैसे
मुझमें घुलने लगी
भीनी भीनी सी
सुबह की धूप भी
आसमानों से जैसे
उसी वक़्त आ पहुँची
उसकी गर्माहट
कुछ नया एहसास
लेके आयी है
खून के सात घुल कर
दिलों की धड़कन
और साँसों में समायी है
कुछ कदम जो चले साथ
हम एक हो गये
उस बगीचे में
बस रह गया
एक महकता
सुंदर एहसास
Scratches
on the disc
Form Concentric Ruts
They play
What they heard
No ifs, no buts
The grooves
linger long
Deeper, it gets
Happiness
Eludes
Deeper regrets
The disc
Rotates
Needle rides along
Scratch by scratch
Plays
The preset song
Old song plays
memories paralyse
Mind stuck in past
Eyes well up
heart aches
Poison surges fast
Shake of the head
Shrug of the shoulder
Breaks the crippling trance
Yes, it’s just a song
Why shouldn’t
There be a new dance
And then
We danced
With not a care
Making new ruts
Louder ones, and no way not in tune
For
I simply couldn’t care
Little hands
Caressed
Gently ruffled
the worried hair
And In that cozy moment
Crept
the carefree sleep
Like a shroud
on a tired soul
And then
when I opened
my sleepy eyes
She was gone
Grown
And then
I couldn’t sleep
Who sets
the palate
Who mixes
the colours
Who holds
the divine brush
To paint
this wonderful picture
In the splash
Of colours
Lies the speck
Of creation
If the pixel
is so divine
How great would be
the complete picture
The colour
is in the eyes
And the mind divine
Only those
willing to stop
and witness
Can hear
The God’s whisper
Lonesome Red petal
a piece of the tree
is now fallen
And free
Bathed in the
Dew drops, pure as glass
Served and protected
by loyal blades of grass
It retains its colour
Vivid and true
Unaware it’s fallen
And would never be new
In decay
It glows
What it is
It shows
Its fallen
Yet it remains
With its colour
the mind it stains
Soon
The petal
would cease to be
Dissolved in life
no longer be there
For everyone to see
It had fallen
Separated
And free
Dissolved in the mud
Would seep back
Into the tree
Sitting in a cafe
Music baring loud
Can’t hear a thing
Alone, in the crowd
Cocooned in the song
People speak with no voice
Just the lips moving
And a silent noise
There is no one to see
Blinding Lights cloud the eye
In those flickering lights
shadows hide, whoever am I
In the public, I find
My own private space
I have nothing to explain
There no one I need to face
As it gets louder
There no more sound
People fade
Music remains
Red blue and yellow
on the black tar of life
streaks flow of white blur
My Tales Within