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

Krishna

Image courtesy Pinterest

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

Badlon ke Pare

बादलों के परे हूँ मैं
शायद
आसमान हूँ मैं

ख़ुशियों की हवाओं में
है मेरी उड़ान
फिर भी परेशान हूँ मैं

अपने आप को ढूँढने निकला हूँ
अपने आप से
अनजान हूँ मैं

फ़िज़ाओं में क़ैद हूँ
हाँ ख़ुदा नहीं हूँ
इंसान हूँ मैं

Into the bright sun

The image is from Agung Pandit Wiguna at Pexels.com

In their shadows
She stayed
screened and protected

They meant well
Always bearing the scorch
Shielding the sun

But little did they know
She never bloomed
She was missing the sunshine

Today she stepped out
Into the bright sun
her upturned face turning pink

FFFC # 179, hosted by Fandango