LightVoltageThe currentFull of powerBuzzing with the sparksPoles holding the live wiresenergy riding the wireStretching across to the next lifeLighting up many homes in its burnYet electricity remains untouched #etheree
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Dhuan
है धुआँये जहांउड़ता हुआबहता हवाओं मेंफिर मिलता हैइन फ़िज़ाओं में कहाँउस आग से निकलाउस आग में दफ़नतू पहले था कहाँऔर कल होगा कहाँना तुझे खबरना कोई ग़ुमाये जहांहै बस धुआँ
In a Happy Place
There was a knota hurting oneDeepwithin the beating heart The constricting cageHolding the fearPiercingLike a painful dart The dread and the gloomPermeated the coreStretchingAnd tearing it apart At the bottom of abyssWhere light endedmotionlessIn the abysmal dark There I layAway from graceIn despairHope away from my grasp In that lonely coldI felt the gushof aContinue reading “In a Happy Place”
What makes me laugh
I make the worldto live a lifeand enjoy and then I feel hurtand cry start believingmy own lie and then I wonder what will happenwhen I die and thatmakes me laughandsometimes cry
The next shore of the Sun
I have left the shoreand the next oneI can’t yet seeIn the meagre boatWith my two oarsI battle the sea The shimmering moonThe bobbing wavesmake me numbThe salty windThe gentle rocking stillnessI fear, make me succumb Through the half closed eyeAnd the dreamy mindI see gold, transforming the crimsonVictorious sun risesAnd there comes the dawnThereContinue reading “The next shore of the Sun”
The sculpture is being made
New placenew beginnings a blank new slatethe sun is lateit’s morning not yetbut I am wide awakeIts a fresh patha new trailthe one, I need to blaze every stumble taught a lessonevery fall a chisel strokethis sculpture is being madethe future is blurred but in my mind it’s clearit’s for me to create
Priceless joy
A Priceless joyPurchased for a paltry sumFor you forever #wdys #whatdoyousee
The golden onion #99wordstory
The eyes filled to the brim. The tears welled over. They were held back for long. She was preparing yet another ungrateful meal. Bruise on her arm hurt her less than the aching heart. The bruise she knew would heal. But the tear in heart would stay sore. She picked the onion, the golden one.Continue reading “The golden onion #99wordstory”
My worn out Shoes
My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
Ab uthegi subah
तुम उठोगी सुबह शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत जैसी तुम हो आँखें मलती हुई लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह जैसे तुम हो कुछ नींद में सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली जैसे तुम हो अब उठेगी सुबह मेरी बाहों में जैसे तुम हो
My Tales Within 