A moment
A lifetime
Always together
One step at a time
Sharing a laugh
Shedding a tear
Always in bliss
One step at a time
Celebrations of success
Trepidation of failures
Holding hands always
One step at time
The warm hug
Heartbeats Resonate
Always in embrace
One step at a time
A breath
A fragrance
The endless infinite kiss
One step at a time
Friends
Smitten in love
On a forever journey together
One loving step at a time
So pure and white
could have been yellow
May be used on the forehead
But most of the time, for the below
Made of the same stuff
Like the books on the shelf
One brimming with wisdom
Other stained with remains of rectum
Each having a purpose
And a rung on the ladder of priority
Each one satisfies a need
for leisure, or a matter of necessity
One may be read
While you perform the act
The need for the other
Is usually after the complete act
Those pages are filled with words
This paper is corrugated and stark
One is filled with stories and stuff
Other has a possibility, that’s dark
It may aspire to be written on
Of stories, ideas, scribbled or typed
But stuck on the roll
It is more likely to be swiped
For both, from the bark of the tree
the origins are the same
Yet, One may live in ignominy
While other may revel in fame
The place makes the difference
On the shelf or in the loo
What you are, is often marred
by what you usually do
I wrote this thought
On a strip of that toilet roll below
Does that make my thoughts
Pure white or yellow??
Earnestly I start
A step in right direction
I skip happily
Into the woods
They walk
Path hidden
by the mist
Alongside
step by step
together
Held by the Wrist
Unruly stones
Feet do stumble
Hurt and ache
Ankles do twist
The tender touch
Rub on the skin
Love heals
warm shoulders assist
Every worry
Every sorrow
Forgotten
When they kissed
Don’t need a destination
When we are together
In the woods
Hidden by the mist
#Whatdoyousee
#WDYS
एक शहर पुराना
यादों से भरा हुआ
यादों की डोर खींच लायी है
एक बार और
हर लम्हा याद आया है
वो मोड़, वो हँसी
फिर वही रास्ते
एक बार और
कहीं निशान मिट गए
कहीं अब भी सजावट है
किसी ने पुकारा है
एक बार और
एक खुश लम्हा
यहीं रह गया था
मिल कर हँसे हैं
एक बार और
ईंटों की ढेर
इमारत बनेगी
फिर घर बसेगा
एक बार और
My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.
The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. With practiced ease of many years, my hand strikes. Coming down with ample force designed for the deadly effect. The strike finds the target. The ritual is complete. I successfully hit the snooze button. The clock falls silent. I can sleep a bit more.
Written for 99 Word Story, hosted by Charli Mills of the Carrot Ranch
#99WordStory
Light separates
illuminates them too
The earth and the sky
Shining, sharp and stacked
Waiting to stab, poke and scoop
Confined to the stack
It’s wine or blood
Depends on how it tastes
Each one intoxicating
Depends on how one takes
It’s an addiction
The goblets change
the body or the bottle
the coincidence is strange
Rich feast on poor
Strong on the weak
The toast is for the victor
Never a privilege of the meek
The beast reeks of power
There is no remorseful eye
It sucks to the very last
till the skeleton is dry
It’s not the win
It gloats on the loss
Intoxicated beast
steps on the slushy red sauce
It’s blood or wine
Greedy fangs knows
Wine may be over
The blood still flows
रात की चहल पहल में
तारे ख़ामोश थे
कुछ आवाज़ ना हो जाए
बादल, चुपचाप चल रहे थे
चाँद आधा चमक रहा था
शायद कुछ छुपाए हुए था
वो कदम साथ साथ चल रहे थे
और धड़कन भी
कुछ ना कहा
फिर भी कहानी कह गए
वो गूंजती धड़कन
और वो ख़ामोश तारे
My Tales Within