There I reach At the last few pages Close to where The book would end Where it no longer will hold in its cover A story unread For me Forever There in those last few pages I stop There I close the book Dog eared at the last unread page To be read later ButContinue reading “Dog-eared to the end”
Tag Archives: life’s lessons
Clothes ready to wear people
हो रहे तैयारकपड़ेइंसान पहनने कोधूप मेंसुबहफिर से जीने कोहैं तैयार आज कौन होगाकैसा होगाहर के नाप का एक हैएक घर हैएक इंसान हैजिसकी ज़िंदगी को जीनेहैं तैयार उसकी महकउसकी गंधअपने में पिरोएकभी उसकेजाने के बादमहकने कोहैं तैयार कभी नयाकभी पुरानाउस मौक़े के लिएया किसी की यादहर लम्हेको लिएहैं तैयार आस्तीन मेंछिपाये आंसूख़ुशी केदुख केवो सारीContinue reading “Clothes ready to wear people”
Buoyancy of Joy
This post was written in 2018. Wouldn’t remember the exact date of the scribble. Who really knows when did it get itched in the mind. The trigger was a stress ball which lay scarred in a corner, yet retaining the smiley face. It was published on this blog first on 12 Oct 2018. Re-Posting itContinue reading “Buoyancy of Joy”
Under the same blue sky
We siton the samewet grassUnder the sameblue sky We liveIn the same,Fleeting momenttogether we watchthe moment pass by No wordsAre utteredNone are neededin the silencethere is no lie
Beyond the river
The oar moves Rhythmically Propelling the boat Oarsman is the traveller He is the fuel Boat stays in the river The oar too Oarsman moves to the shore Beyond the boat Beyond the river
Koshish
किसी ने की कोशिशदो कदम चलने कीउस नुक्कड़ पर फिर से मिलने कीकोई कदम पहुँचे ही नहीं किसी ने की कोशिशलिखे ख़त को पड़ने कीपन्नो पे महके अल्फ़ाज़ समझने कीकुछ ख़त लिफ़ाफ़ों से निकले नहीं किसी ने की कोशिशदबी आवाज़ को सुनने कीअनकहे लफ़्ज़ों को समझने कीकुछ शोर अनसुने ही रहे किसी को सुनाई दियाकिसीContinue reading “Koshish”
3 Profound Steps
Find your PathLive your DreamBe your Purpose
Friendship is not relationship
Some people are connectedNot by relationsNor by ritualsJust through pure feelingsThose are friendsHappy unbridled, boundless, reasonless, expectation-less, pure friendship
Let’s shuffle the cards
Cards are shuffled One card is picked One specific suit Of a particular colour is chosen The identity is decided And that decides the game All actions bound by the rules the wins and the losses based on the set hierarchy each dealt hand judged They turn into a pile of cards eventually of winnersContinue reading “Let’s shuffle the cards”
Beauty doesn’t blend
In wild it stands out beauty does not blend in Vibrant in itself
My Tales Within 