up in the
morning
matching the sun
quick stretch
off the bed
go for a run
splashing
the image
of the morning sun
on the cool waves
yet untouched
by warm rays of the sun
is what
I alway wish
I must do
as I hit
the snooze
and dream some more
in the mirror
who else
can i see
a thought
a feel
all that is me
my aspirations, my dreams
what I always
wanted to be
my memories, my regrets
how I wanted
it to be
in the path I traveled
and on many path
I would never be
the jumble
so unique
that’s what makes me
Me
it’s me
who else
can i be
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
There is a Sunday
a Monday
a Tuesday
a Wednesday, Thursday
and Friday too
there even
is a Saturday
Why can’t we
add one
My Day
I make the world
to live a life
and enjoy
and then
I feel hurt
and cry
start
believing
my own lie
and then I wonder
what will happen
when I die
and that
makes me laugh
and
sometimes
cry
उसी मंदिर की घास पर बैठे,
नंगे पाओं।
सर झुकाए इबादत में
कई साल गुज़र गए ।
छोटे पाओं बड़े हो गये
दिल मगर सिकुड़ गये।
दिल खोल के हंसे
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
फ़र्श साफ़ सुथरा है
शायद पहले से महँगा।
नंगे पाओं चले
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
है रास्ता वही
कदम चले सोच समझ के
बेख़ौफ़ दौड़े
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
है पोशाक सफेद
दिल उतना पाक नहीं ।
मिट्टी में खेले
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
है मूर्थी वही
वैसे ही ख़ामोश ।
ख़ुद से बातें किए
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
The new dawn waits for sunrise
The grey sky lingers
There is promise in the day
Not this
not that
none of this
this
that
and all of this
to get,
is nothing
There is only nothing
to give
is everything
what is there to keep
what would remain
if I said no
to everything
there, where
there is nothing
will be Me
What is your favorite type of weather?
it’s Rains
when it pours
from heavens
to earth
when under
dancing feet
there is a happy splash
when umbrellas
spring to life
of many colours
when rivulets
are full
with naughty water
when earth
smells
earthy
when the wetness
is there
and here too
Needle pierces skin
Blood dries black on broken heart
The mark remains there etched
#haiku
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
My Tales Within