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
Khamosh tare
From earth they all rise
From earth they rise
Some wanted
Some undesired
Some ugly, some nice
Not only the matter of seen
The lush grass
the incessant weed
Both coloured bright green
Both rise together
Nourished by the same sun
Sprouting from the same earth
None worse, none better
Existing for what they are
Unconcerned by likes and dislikes
Expressing their self
None a loser, none a star
Who is the reason?
the seeds that flies
Or the winds that carry
Or is it the season
They grow where they fall
Earth sees no shape
Sun sees no colour
There is space for all
Would they be Blessed or Doomed
Owner of the garden decides
For the planted
And the mushroomed
Turning a new leaf
Let’s turn a new leaf
It need not be green
Any colour you feel
Any shade you want
It’s your tree
It’s your leaf
Falling
Falling
I am falling
Faster and heavier
Pulled inwards
Yet surging out
The tear is wider
Ripping open the truth
Layer by layer
the sheaths are parted
the endless fall ends
Static at the bottom
There in the abyss
There appears a light
Clear as crystal
The vision is clear
In a mind placid
There are no sheaths
There is just me
And there lies the truth
Nasha Hai
क्या दिखता है
क्या सही है
नशा है
उतर जाएगा
Under the same blue sky
We sit
on the same
wet grass
Under the same
blue sky
We live
In the same,
Fleeting moment
together we watch
the moment pass by
No words
Are uttered
None are needed
in the silence
there is no lie
Sunflower #haiku
The flower withers
The sun stays shining above
Seeds will rise again
Silent windows
Ever seen lights
in the night
Little windows
Curtained or otherwise
Spilling lights,
Telling tales
Inocent traitors
of secrets inside
Telling all
Yet holding back
Held back by
Vaguest of ties
Each one lost
In multitudes of lights
Hiding, yet being a beacon
Of another life
Another life
Full of sorrows and lies
Celebrating a happy moment
Or a momentous high
Each one trapped
With losses and gain
or with a dread
of living in vain
Each one oblivious
of other ties
other lights
with other lives
That’s why
I am indebted to the silent windows
of the things they left unsaid
of untold stories indoors
Blissfully ignorant
Greatflul to the lights
of silent windows
Curtained or otherwise
Silent Din
In the din
of silence
I heard
The silent shriek
In the hollows
of the heart
It echoed
loud
The eyes
well up
With ripples of tears
glazed
Trickling
over the brim
Flowing freely
At last
Flowing unrestrained
Over the stony cheeks
till the creases
of the hesitant smile
There
it paused
Between the sad End
And a happy Beginning
Krishna
The music of the flute
And the breath of the sound
is him
The smile on the lips
And the happiness within
is him
The moment in the flow of time
The past, present and future
is him
The twinkle in the eye
The beauty in the eyes
is him
The glitter of the seen
The presence of the unseen
Is him
The warmth in the hug
The unbridled love
is him
The hope in his birth
and the unborn forever
is him
#janmashtami
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