World doesn’t stop It moves onSun rises, stars fadeIt’s always a new dawnSometimes bizarre Sometimes orderly There is rhythmThere is a songLike a riverIt just flowsNever staticIt moves on
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Sun burns for me
Do you feel the warmth too?
The birth on the eighth night
The moon I could touch
If there was a moonI could touchWould I feel the rockOr the shining affectionAs a touch downOn the desolate surface Would I seek the rocksOr the serene connectionOn the side which is darkPerpetually in the nightWould I flash the first lightAnd see my own reflectionA part of me stays thereBreathing, where there is no airFeelingContinue reading “The moon I could touch”
Playlist of Happyness
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
This day went good
This day turned out to be goodWe flowed with timetill we were swimmingin these happy moments in the calmness of the carefree sleepin the embersof smoking hearth in the laughsof drunken stupor and the coolness of the legs dippedin the flowing riverof the happy timesyeahit was good
500 expressions of me. 25K points of View
Thanks to 13.9k people and the pure hearts they hide within who viewed 500 expressions me, of the tales that linger within me. I write to express. I am glad that you were part of my journey as the expressions echoed in your hearts, even for a briefest of time. And some times it lingered.Continue reading “500 expressions of me. 25K points of View”
Memories trapped in Pictures
Nowthat the celebrations endAndThe glasses lie emptyThe meaning is clearBeyond the sparkle Nowthat the cacophony endsAndthe din is quietthe vision is clearBeyond the blur NowThat the goodbyes are doneAndThe home is emptyThe feeling is clearBeyond the smiles NowThat moments are stillTrapped in picturesThe memories are clearPlucked out from timeEtched beyond time NowThat I look back,Continue reading “Memories trapped in Pictures”
House of Wood
पेड़ के तने पर है एक काठ का घर है घर जैसा पर अपना नहीं कुछ तिनकों से सजाना होगा है सुंदर पर अभी अपना नहीं मोहब्बत से रंगना होगा ख़्वाहिशों को सच बनाना होगा तब होगा सच, अपना कल सिर्फ़ रहेगा एक सपना नहीं नये पंख उड़ेंगे अपना आसमान ढूँढेंगे होगी नई शुरुआत उनContinue reading “House of Wood”
