
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

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

Turbulent joins calm
Froth and mist marks the confluence
Then they are just one
#tankatuesday
And he still searched for himself

A Priceless joy
Purchased for a paltry sum
For you forever
#wdys
#whatdoyousee
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
Food
water
shelter
Friends
relations
fun
Love
Family
Hugs
world
dreams
me
I slept again
past the dutiful alarm
past the chirping birds
way beyond the slanting morning rays
slept with no dreams
like a log
like twisted vines
buried in the quilt
to shield the meddlesome light
if that’s a crime
feel free to sue me
but quietly please
don’t wake me
A life to live
A job to do
to find a purpose
and meaning too
In that duration
in between the two
of the beginning and the end
I am glad I have a job to do
I love my job
I love what I do
for i am the instrument
of the divine in me and you

The eyes filled to the brim. The tears welled over. They were held back for long. She was preparing yet another ungrateful meal. Bruise on her arm hurt her less than the aching heart. The bruise she knew would heal. But the tear in heart would stay sore. She picked the onion, the golden one. It had a papery yellow-brown skin. But she knew that it held a juicy white flesh beneath. She took the sharpest knife. She wanted the perfect cut. She sliced with the practiced hand. The white flesh bled. Her happy tears mixed with the blood.
https://carrotranch.com/2023/02/27/february-27-story-challenge-in-99-words/
#99WordStory

If I could be someone else
who would that be
will there be flaws
or would it be the ideal
the perfect one, immaculate
or with blemishes and scars
what would I prefer
I do wonder
I think and realise
I would prefer
the one who tries
not for the day
but forever always

Heavenly bodies
floating in deep black
glowing bright
in reflected glory
Aligned apparently
in a single line
a divine spectacle
or a human perspective
myopic and restricted
trapped on a floating rock
making imaginary shapes
and spectacular stories
not true
yet more than true
grouted by law
in the confines of the rational
and flights of faith
seeking truth beyond the rational
coming together
in a divine alignment