bliss – Page 2 – My Tales Within

The rain

Sometime I just sit Watch the rain Wet the sky Night Me 5-4-3-2-1 syllables I don’t know if it’s a form A form that’s got a name But it sounded good And so it’s poetry It’s sounded like one for me At least 😊

The warmth of the Embrace

The warmth You feel in our embraceis not of the bloodcoursing through my veinsbut of the beating heartFilled with loveThe embracegoes deeper than the skinThrough the welling eyesAnd the fragrant breathTo the echo of the heartAnd to the bliss thereIn that coreYou will find me waitingFor there, is where we first metand there, is whereweContinue reading “The warmth of the Embrace”

Weather this or whether that

A space of twilightA time of dawnIn midst of a changeis the weather bestSpringbefore summerAutumnbefore the winterneither therestill yet hereweather thisorwhether that

RIP

We cry Selfishly In a fake grief For he is released out in the blissful sky Flying free Beyond the breathing Beyond the worlds

A new eye, that can see a song

I need a new eyean inverted one Perhapsto see what I see notI need a new eyean unveiled one perhaps to seeBeyond the taught I need the eyeThat sees everything I need an eyeThat needs no thoughtThen I will close my eyesAnd I see it clearWith none of the coloursAnd without a fearThen I willContinue reading “A new eye, that can see a song”

Six strings resonate

Six strings resonate Strummed by deft blessed fingers Makes music alive 🎼🎵🎶🎼🎵🎶 #haiku

Dangling on a wire

HeadphonesConnected through the slender wirePlaying the strokesof slender fingerson piano tilesblack and white Played long in the pastthe eyes close shutAnd the aeroplane meltsThe clouds rush inAnd all that is leftIs the dangling wireWith pouring music

Udta hoon uchayion mein

हाँ नज़र आईवो ज़मीनउड़ते आसमान सेउन बादलों सेसाफ़ साफ़, सब कुछ थोड़ी पहचानीथोड़ी अजनबी सी लगीक्या रखा था नामकिस नाम से थी पहचानहाँ, ऐसा ही था कुछ ज़ुबान पे आते आते वो रह गयाजब पास पहुँचेंगे तो शायदयाद आएगाहर एक रस्ता, हर एक मंज़िलऔर वो सब कुछ फिर सोचेंगेउस ज़मीन पर रखें पाओंकी फिर सेContinue reading “Udta hoon uchayion mein”

I am the breeze

The God’s Whisper

Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper