I am the wind I fly to you I move like my mind My mind is filled with you
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Celebrating freedom
It’s approaching midnight My tryst with destiny Is a day old We have been free A full day And I wonder What has changed? Maybe I will know later There are many more Freedoms to fight for There are shackles still That cling and cripple Not many seen As of now I am proud AndContinue reading “Celebrating freedom”
Free of freedom
What does freedom mean to you? It’s free If I don’t have to pay For all, that I do And there is no one to ask or say It’s free If, there is no bind To go wherever I want With none to seek, nothing to find It’s free If I am in love WithContinue reading “Free of freedom”
Maut ka Jhashn (Glorious celebrating the death)
तेरी मौत का जश्न बड़ा आलीशान है ए आदत ये तुझसे मेरी आखरी मुलाकात है गहरी नींद में सो रहा था हैवान वहीं नींद में गला घोंट आया हूँ आज जब से जगा हूँ सब कुछ बदला सा है पाऊँ ज़मीन पर नहीं आज मन कुछ हल्का सा है बहुत खाया अब भूक नहीं पहुँचContinue reading “Maut ka Jhashn (Glorious celebrating the death)”
The trap of the screen
The screen flashed And the phone chimed Illuminating the ceiling For that brief moment Setting the insomniac mind thinking Wondering who could that be? And what could it be? An unnecessary thought But unstoppable nevertheless Gnawing the edges of the brain Till the skull felt the scratch And then it was unavoidable The phone wasContinue reading “The trap of the screen”
Rains fill up the earth
Rains fall incessant Heavens are falling down Filling up the earth
All, that is me
There is good in me That peeks and yearns to be seen There is bad in me That seeks To cast shadow on the screen It’s not that the good, is what is me And the bad, is not me It’s just that what I choose to keep, Is all that is Me
Sinful rhyme
Does it need to Rhyme And if does Is it sinful crime?
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”
Five year old again
When I grow up, I will be free Ha ha When I was five year old. I wanted to be big. Big enough to do whatever I wanted No one to tell me what I must do Or what I shouldn’t Big enough To be free When I grew up I got educated I learntContinue reading “Five year old again”
