dream – My Tales Within

Not the man from Petushkie

What job would I do for free?I say Noneand never free Why do something at first place?and that too for free? I have a sane mindand not a muddle headfrom Petushkie if its a jobit can’t be funand to do it for freeis a wrong plea If it was to dreamI would do it forfreeContinue reading “Not the man from Petushkie”

Let me dream

If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? Story of myselfwhere would it starthow would it sift the realfrom the dream and which onewould it narratethe real or the dreamand how will it knowthe difference maybe the title would readI am wake – let me dream

Living a dream

Hurtling at urgent speedI look out of the windowAmazed In my belted seatI am staticSuspended Bathed in reflected lightIn an illusion of speedLiving a dream

Dhund Hai, Dhoop hai

धुँध हैकी धूप हैसाँझ हैकी रूप हैरूप हैतो ढल जाएगाख़्वाब हैतो फिर आएगामुझे मत उठानामुझे सोने दोमुझे मेरे ख़्वाबों मेंरहने दोधूप मेंधुँध में

Aaj bhi vaisa hi

इन उँगलियों पे लिपटी वो हसरत भरे नरम हाथ मासूम नज़रों से ताकती वो नज़र और वो एहसास आज भी वैसे ही है दौड़ के सीने से लगना खुश हो कर कंधो पर झूल जाना हर आप बीती बयान करना वो चुलबुली सी बातें आज भी वैसे ही हैं उस शरारती कोने में छिपा हुआContinue reading “Aaj bhi vaisa hi”

Calm as the Lake

Steps follow the mind The lake out there is calm Calm mind reflects bliss

Under the blue sky

Lying on green carpet I reside on the hill Under the blue sky

Sky behind the cloud

Mighty Clouds float free Subtle Winds shepherd unseen Sky watches calmly

Beyond the horizon, there is a dream

What is beyond the horizon obscured Precipice of existence Of what is known I gaze and wonder For what my eyes can’t see My dream can And I wonder Which one is the dream?

Right now I have this day to finish

Each box tickedWhew!! the work is done. the day draws to an endand we count it as one. Rising again with the sunUnwilling to start the next countYet eager to finishing this oneboxes to be ticked, once again mount Each count ends in a week, quitely into a month, the week creptI celeberate the birthContinue reading “Right now I have this day to finish”