दोस्तों के साथ छुट्टी का आया है मौक़ा भर के रखे खूबसूरत कपड़ेबस कोई नक़ाब नहीं रखा कुछ उसने किया कुछ हमने कर लिया सबसे बेहतर होने का ऐसा कोई ख़िताब नहीं रखा जितना सोचा उससे ज़्यादा खूबसूरत पाया जितनी सुंदर यादें बटोरी हैं वैसा तो कभी ख़्वाब में भी नहीं देखा कई नज़ारे देखेContinue reading “No goodbyes”
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What’s it worth?
What good would be colours if you can see? Colours add so much value if you can see? But colours can only attract and grab attention. But cannot maintain it It can only add value and be value by itself. For it to be valuable, it needs the divinity of sight. Else a worthless illusion
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”
Colour of the sky
है आसमान में कौनसा रंग वो तो दिखता है हवा और बादलों में है बादलों में कौनसा रंग हल्के हैं, तो सफ़ेद भर गये, तो काले हवा मैं कौनसा रंग है सुबह का नीला है श्याम की लालिमा और रात का सावलापनहै आसमान अठरंगीहर रंग में ढाला वो देखती हैं आँखें जो हो मन मेंContinue reading “Colour of the sky”
I am the seed
My job is doneI am now to wither To merge with the soilAnd feed the netherFrom my nectar Will rise the nextDrawn to me They did the restMy colour is lostthat was me indeedI am not gleaming in the sunI am in the depths, buried I am withering awayYet I am completeI am not theContinue reading “I am the seed”
Bad dream
Have you ever had a bad dream, that wakes you up sweaty, and then it lingers in a fuzzy way? And scared to even fall asleep. So you stay awake… Staring at the dark…. Bad dreamPlays out Tormentsbehind the closed eyesCold Sweat on the browand a pounding heartThat almost diedWoke up relievedIt was unrealmade upContinue reading “Bad dream”
A hopeful ray (a musette)
In skyA hopeful rayShines highWhite brushPainting the cloudsGrey blushSame rayBrings back the hopeEach day Yes, I wrote a Musette
Still, in the storm
In the storm, two leavesTossed around MercilesslyAfraid of chaosLonely, hurt and uncertainBlown away to the nowhere Then in a momentIn a miraculous actThey lock togetherSwirling and dancing as onestill, together, forever In the eye of stormSwirling melodiouslyThe storm meant no threatEverything stood still and watchedOnly Song they heard, not roar
The book I was reading has finished
A book is like life Exciting to start Weary in between Eventually we don’t want it to end But end it must Because there are other books To be read From start To finish
My Tales Within 