Rains Incessant – persistent Filled in clouds Pours out the heavens Bliss
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Hope, Despair, Faith
Hopeis not knowingYet wishingDespair Is not knowingand not believingFaithIs knowingand believing
Silent, muffled, shout
What should I wearTo hide myselfIsn’t the skin enough?It keeps me wrapped up EncasedEntrapped What should I wearto save myself Isn’t this tough hide enough?It keeps me protectedArmoured CocoonedWhat should I wear to be accepted Isn’t this colour correct?It keeps me camouflaged UniformBlendedWhat should I sayTo be heardIsn’t the scream loud?It keeps me in tuneSilentMuffledYetContinue reading “Silent, muffled, shout”
I am fascinated by the sky
I am fascinated by the sky It play out a show Every evening without a fail With the sun as an accomplice And the clouds too Both white and dark In equal measure Creating random patterns Like a kaleidoscope and tiles of colourful glasses Random in form to hide the artist Casual and coincidental toContinue reading “I am fascinated by the sky”
Spirit of the River
अपनी ही धुन में थिरकते पांव मदमस्तबेख़ौफ़ बेफ़िक्रदरिया की मौजकिनारों के अंकुश से कभी की वफ़ादारीतो कभी बनी बाग़ी दरिया की मौजचले समंदर की ओरअपनी सुदबुध छोड़ करअपनी पहचान भूल कर दरिया की मौजहिम की औलाद समंदर में समायीरह गयी तो बस दरिया की मौज
What’s it worth?
What good would be colours if you can see? Colours add so much value if you can see? But colours can only attract and grab attention. But cannot maintain it It can only add value and be value by itself. For it to be valuable, it needs the divinity of sight. Else a worthless illusion
Still like a stone
Felt weary and filled with lethargy. Just didn’t want to move a limb. The stillness and heaviness I felt, I shared in common with the unmoving stone. The stone that is essentially full of inertia, lies unmoving, anchored. It’s entire being is filled with inertia and heaviness. It’s own weight keeps it rooted. It onlyContinue reading “Still like a stone”
I became my future
I read my horoscope It predicted a sad day for me today I feel sad already
I can fly
My house Nailed to the tree Rooted to the ground But I can fly
Leaves of white cloud
They have no meaningTill they bring nourishing rainLeaves made of white clouds
