the word that describes me

if there was a word
that described
who I am

it would arise
from the abyss
that I am

the unheard shout
that, what will echo
is the one, I am

the gross
and the shadow
the light, I am

whispering wind
the cool breeze
the fragrance, I am

in the world
I have become dirty
otherwise, pure I am

A word that means
a word that meant
for you, I am

unspoken
unthought of
that’s the word, I am

The next shore of the Sun

I have left the shore
and the next one
I can’t yet see
In the meagre boat
With my two oars
I battle the sea

The shimmering moon
The bobbing waves
make me numb
The salty wind
The gentle rocking stillness
I fear, make me succumb

Through the half closed eye
And the dreamy mind
I see gold, transforming the crimson
Victorious sun rises
And there comes the dawn
There I know, I must follow the sun

I row the boat
In resolute strokes
It propels out, towards ahead
I am moving
Like the wind
I am alive, yet not dead

Where the sky dips to the sea
I will reach
my destination
There in the blinding light
In grassy meadows across the beach
I will find my morning sun

The sculpture is being made

New place
new beginnings 
a blank new slate

the sun is late
it’s morning not yet
but I am wide awake

Its a fresh path
a new trail
the one, I need to blaze 

every stumble taught a lesson
every fall a chisel stroke
this sculpture is being made

the future is blurred 
but in my mind it’s clear
it’s for me to create

Ghost with long hands

Saw a ghost
Who had long hands
I wondered what use were they
What would it touch

It would seep through the walls
Glide through the doors
Melt through all
Without a worry as such

But with such long hands
It felt awkward
With them dangling
With no way to feel or touch

It was happy one
But the long hands
Scared a few a little
And some a very much

Ghost with long hands
Floated and flew
Dragging his long hands
With a little bit of grudge

Shopping spree for Happiness

If I were to shop
on a spree
Where would I go
and what would it be?

would I search for things
on sale or those for free
or in the wonderful things
I feel, hear and see

In the blue skies
where I can fly free
In the happy swings
on the old shady tree

A puff of smoke
A sip of coffee
a drink of liking
or a cup of lazy tea

In the salty splash
of the mighty sea
Or in the warm sun
in the smile of glee

All these I know
will make me merry
but these would perish
and abandon me in a hurry

But in your arms I know
I will find true happiness I need
in those warm hugs
of you and me

And there in the prayers
as I pray on my knees
I would find peace
in the grace of thee

Tera mera rang

रंग हो
तुमसे भरा
गुलाबी, पीला और लाल

संग हो
अपना हमेशा
हर पल, हर साँस, हर हाल

ढंग हो
तुममें ढला
बस तुम्हारा एहसास, तुम्हारा ख़याल

भंग हो
सब बैर
बस हो रंग, ना कोई मलाल

रंग हो
ना तेरा, ना मेरा
बस गुलाबी, पीला और लाल