Dhuan

है धुआँ
ये जहां
उड़ता हुआ
बहता हवाओं में
फिर मिलता है
इन फ़िज़ाओं में कहाँ
उस आग से निकला
उस आग में दफ़न
तू पहले था कहाँ
और कल होगा कहाँ
ना तुझे खबर
ना कोई ग़ुमा
ये जहां
है बस धुआँ

In a Happy Place

PC: Pinterest

There was a knot
a hurting one
Deep
within the beating heart

The constricting cage
Holding the fear
Piercing
Like a painful dart

The dread and the gloom
Permeated the core
Stretching
And tearing it apart

At the bottom of abyss
Where light ended
motionless
In the abysmal dark

There I lay
Away from grace
In despair
Hope away from my grasp

In that lonely cold
I felt the gush
of a warm current
A touch of the benign grace

I closed my eyes
Felt your warmth
Snuggled
In that warm embrace

There loosens the knot
And the fear is gone
There I find love
In you, I find faith

There I rise
With warm currents
I feel your presence
Which was masked by despair

In the rise
I know you are here
I know In the fall
You were also there

We may fail to notice
Sometime in despair
But in every moment of joy or grief
Our Love is always there

Wherever and however
Irrespective
In your embrace
I know, I am in a happy place

Not the man from Petushkie

What job
would I do for free?
I say None
and never free

Why do something
at first place?
and that too
for free?

I have a sane mind
and not a muddle head
from
Petushkie

if its a job
it can’t be fun
and to do it for free
is a wrong plea

If it was
to dream
I would do it for
free

Or if it was to watch the blue sky
Working for free
is a proposal
I would be willing to see

I would also
make castles
in the clouds
absolutely free

lying cuddled
in a warm embrace
I am most willing
to do for free

Any other job
would I do for free?
None I would say
and never Free

You know, I have a sane mind
and not a muddle head
from
Petushkie

Rain Drop – Connecting two worlds #etheree

Rain
Pouring
From above
Dropping on earth
Connecting both worlds
Travelling the distance
Back there from where it started
Finding what it always yearned
But then loosing itself in its search
To merge with soil and be the earthy smell

#etheree

An Etheree poem contains 10 lines. The first line has a single syllable, and each line “grows” by one syllable until the tenth line has 10 syllables.

Concrete gobbles Green

Concrete city
Spreads in greed
Covering land and space
With columns, slabs and beams

Vicious and cold
With no remorse
Singular in purpose
Yet eerily pristine

Crawling and creeping
Gobbling up
In its path
All that’s seen

Turning grey
In its march
Every last breath
of the dying green

In its path
stands tall
The noble hill
With a valiant call

It carries
on its shoulder
The fearful trees
and the very life
that depends on it all

It promises them
They will flourish
Till the winds are true
The birds sing
The flowers merrily bloom

But the nibble on its toes
Tells of the creeping foe
The eventual fate
Casts the dark shadow
No longer hiding impending gloom

It knows it would lose
Eventually to be razed
Pulverised
to become
What it now fights

Glued in cement
As stones and shingles it would remain
Creeping on land
Living yet dead
Fallen from the noble height

But when it falls
Stabbed by iron beasts
It would see the leaves smile
For it lived it’s last breath
Standing tall for what is right