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