The red petal

Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”

People fade, Music remains

Sitting in a cafeMusic baring loudCan’t hear a thingAlone, in the crowd Cocooned in the songPeople speak with no voiceJust the lips movingAnd a silent noise There is no one to seeBlinding Lights cloud the eyeIn those flickering lightsshadows hide, whoever am I In the public, I findMy own private spaceI have nothing to explainThereContinue reading “People fade, Music remains”

Hello Mr Postman!!

Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses. I decided to interview the Mailman. I thought it would be better to get a neutral and external perspective. “Hey, Mailman”, I said.“Hi” was a cold response.“Did I say something wrong?”, I said defensively. WonderingContinue reading “Hello Mr Postman!!”

Moving road stretch

The moving roadtake the swaying trees alongI watch rootedThrough the unmoving windowof the speeding car And a racing mindI watch As they move pastBehind, to the pastTo the road I travelledOn this speeding carAnd a wishful heartI watchthe views I hadand the destinations I have travelled beyondOn this speeding carAnd the ambitious eyesThere, I knowTheyContinue reading “Moving road stretch”

I am your drop

एक दोस्त मिला है अपने जैसा उससे जुड़ा हूँ शायद बस रंग देखा हैजिससे जुड़ा हूँ पर जिसका अंश हूँ जिससे उगा हूँ उसी से जुदा हूँ