life’s lessons – Page 2 – My Tales Within

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

Future tense

Present lies in the past Just as future lies in the present I am somewhere between

The elements – That’s me

Long day unwindstired limbs dragWeary eyes burni feel the fire walking in the woodtowards the sunsetleaves crumble beneath my feeti feel the earth taller than the treesrays paint my face goldenbreeze ruffle my curlsi feel the air staying still and calmfeet dipped in the flowcool till the souli feel the water the skin is shedandContinue reading “The elements – That’s me”

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

Fire in the Mortal Urn

Few seeMany don’tThe vain yearning Dark bordersSqueeze closeGloom is gaining CrushedBruisedYet it glows It ShinesWhat is meOne within knows The fireMy giftKeeps glowing Dimly firstBrighter nextKeeps growing No reasonNo needJust to burn LivingCelebrating lightInside the mortal urn

True colours

Inticing wonders Red, yellow and Blue WISE see the TRUE #poetry #poem #haiku

हर लम्हा बेमिसाल

चकाचौंध सी दुनियानजारे हजार हैंजो मिल गयाउसके खोने का डर हैजो नहीं मिलाउसका मलाल हैबेकरार से रहेदोष किस्मत को दियासोचा शायदवक्त ही खराब हैपर जब देखा मैनेआंखें बंध करहर लम्हा बेमिसाल है

In the frost it lies

Under the white blanketunder the starry skiesThe frozen twigin the frost it lies drop of the dying treefrozen dry of the life sapYet carrying the snowon its selfless back Awaiting the inevitable end,trampled by an unknowing bootSplintering into manyinto the dust and soot Seeping into the melting iceflowing into the soilCarrying its essence,in its lastContinue reading “In the frost it lies”