life – Page 16 – My Tales Within

Travellers

We are just travellersOn the ruts in our minds

Two eyes meetStrangers are they bothThe gaze stay a bit longerEach mind sees and knows Each eye mirroringthe person insideBoth sad and forlorn withinWhat the clothes failed to hide No recognitionNone of the worldly relationsThe fleeting moments,Were their only connections In the intersecting momentsTwo lives convergedtwo forlorn eyes connectedNo rich no poor The moments passedTwoContinue reading “Two stranger eyes”

Closer to Core

Spinning like a topConstantly in motionedges moving fasterSlowly moves the core If I would stopI would fallFearful of not spinningAfraid, of being ‘me’ no more On pointed endI hang in balanceForever in pursuitdrilling through the floor Force of the chordwould eventually expireinevitable would happenSpinning top would spin no more With the last wobbleThe top fallsItContinue reading “Closer to Core”

Forest lives, grass dies

How real is the world How real is the dream Is it the one I heard Or is it the one I have seen Which one do I believe, What I see or what is shown? In my mind the forest grows New seeds each day is sown The weeds are as much the forestContinue reading “Forest lives, grass dies”

Equally and Fair

the morning comes The day begins Some asleep, some are awake Some step out Some stay in bed Everyone has their stake It belongs to everyone Equally and fair The sun, the clouds, the lake

3 Profound Steps

Find your PathLive your DreamBe your Purpose

ग़लत फ़हमी

ड्रॉइंग रूम में सजी मूरतजो किसी कारीगर कीनायाब कारीगरी थीजिसे मजबूर हो करबेचा था उसनेआज वो मेरी है धूल से लथपथअपने गले परअपनी क़ीमत लटकाएजो कभी दुकान के कोने मेंबेज़ुबान पड़ी थीआज वो मेरी है मोल देकर ख़रीदा हैमालिक बदल गया हैना पूछा इस बेज़ुबान सेना ज़रूरत समझीकिसी और की ज़िंदगी का हिस्सा थीआज वोContinue reading “ग़लत फ़हमी”

Who does it belong to (कौन है मालिक)

ड्रॉइंग रूम में सजी हर चीज़ जो किसी कारीगर की नायाब कारीगरी थी जिसे मजबूर हो कर बेचा गया था जो कभी दुकान के कोने में धूल से लथपथ अपने गले में अपनी क़ीमत लटकाए बेज़ुबान पड़े थे आज मेरे घर की रौनक़ है मोल दिया है अब वो सब मेरे हैं शायद ये एहसासContinue reading “Who does it belong to (कौन है मालिक)”

I still don’t win

It’s cold and windy My body lays bare The nature pitted against me It’s not even fair I close my eyes And I am still The wind passes me by I feel no chill In this battle with nature I still don’t win Because it’s not out there It’s there within

I am the reflection

SometimesI am the reflectionSometimesI am the lightI am one of themAnd both are me