Make a note on the blue skies

Pen touches the paperEvery night as I sleepmemoirs of the dayEtched on paperForever as theInk dries I am the makerI am the madeWhy make it sadWhen happy it can beFoolish is the onewho cries Every moment reframedThe way I wantedAll sad ones made happyEvery defeat turned to victorySome truths aremade of lies For the scriptContinue reading “Make a note on the blue skies”

5 am

Just in timeWith the sunOr some timea bit before I riseFrom a blissful sleepOr sometimesa tumultuous one Meeting the dayFreshOr sometimesa bit groggy Off the bedWith purposeOr sometimesJust laying down A cup of coffeea moment staring at windowor sometimesHitting the snooze Its another dayWe just metI think we like each otherIt would be fun

The string full of memories

There must be a memorywhich you don’t rememberThere must be a ‘present’ in the pastThat you never lived They lie thereBeyond your reachIn the opposite directionOf the arrow of time But this stepIs where you standReal and nowIs where the moment waits The stairs go upto the stars in your eyesC’mon take the stepAnd pickContinue reading “The string full of memories”

Rules of the game (Dharma)

Every game has a ruleIf you decide to play the gameYou must followThat is the rule Rules decides who winsAnd who losesYou must accept the resultsThat is how it works The rules form the matrixOver which the game is playedGame cannot exist without itThe rule is the root The rule connects the playersIn the game,Continue reading “Rules of the game (Dharma)”

I will live my life tomorrow

Weary eyes squintafter an uneasy nightas the unfaithful curtains let in the unforgiving sunlight,sips from the bitter cup of coffeepush the dreams to the fringeushering in, the real worldfast enough to make you cringe,Lets get up and runthere’s a lot to be doneToday, there’s a schedule to followWait,I’ll live my life tomorrow Hurried footsteps overContinue reading “I will live my life tomorrow”

The green tent

There stood a tentWith the colour so greenon the side of the roadSomewhere in between Some just passed bySome stopped to seeFor it never stopped anyonejust waited in the shadow of the tree The wind straining on the fabricPickets fixing the tent to the groundResisting the urge to fly awayWaiting forever to be found ItContinue reading “The green tent”

Meri parchai dhoondhta hoon inme

उन ऊँचाइयों से देखा हैज़िंदगी को उड़ते हुएहवाओं का रुख़ जिस तरफ़ थाउसी रुख़ बहते हुए सूरज को ढलते देखा हैडूबते क्षितिज को रंगते हुएजैसा रंग खुद का थाउसी रंग में घुलते हुए पानी को बहते देखा हैठहरे पथरों पर छलाँगे भरते हुएजिस तरफ़ उसका अंत थाउसी समंदर की तरफ़ मदमस्त बहते हुए रोशनी कोContinue reading “Meri parchai dhoondhta hoon inme”

Khwabon ka kaphila

ऐसा कौनसा ख़्वाब है जो सच्चा ना लगा ऐसा कौनसा मौक़ा है जो मुमकिन ना लगा पर सचाई और ख़्वाब में शायद नींद खुलने का फ़रक है नींद खुली और आँखें मलि आँखों के मैल के साथ सारे ख़्वाब भी धूल गए दिन की भाग दौड़ में वो मौक़ा भी खो गया हक़ीक़त बनने काContinue reading “Khwabon ka kaphila”