I am the dusk

I am the duskthen it will be darkfiery ball coolsweary of the scorching daysliding down rapidlypulling the rays downpausing briefly at the rimJust for one last look at its creationbefore it is nightlast stroke of golden brushpaints the sky crimsonI am the duskslowly turning darklast rays lingers on my wingswarming it up, keeping it aliveitContinue reading “I am the dusk”

कोई आज मुस्कुराया है

कुछ खोया नहीं सब पाया हैजो बांट दियावो कहां गवाया है इनसे मिला हूंउनको पहचानता नहींसब अपने है कौन पराया है ये शोहरत का क्याआज है कल नहींदुआओं को हमेशाअपने साथ पाया है कोई याद रखेऐसी ख्वाहिश तो नहींलम्हे खुशी के याद करकेकोई तो मुकुराया है

Buoyancy of Joy

I hate myself!! Mukti spoke aloud. The utterance did not even make a ripple in the green surface of the still water in the pond. She did crave for appreciation but she never expected so much hate from her colleagues. It was as if they were waiting for the opportune moment for the hate toContinue reading “Buoyancy of Joy”

I see it clear

On the 6th floor the blind rolls up with a whir. Turbulence and calm, converse in silence with a drunken slur. The glass fights the noise and wins Allowing private space for the divergent twins Flashes of lights leave a trail on the busy arrow of time Reminder of the many scars as the faceContinue reading “I see it clear”