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The sculpture is being made
New placenew beginnings a blank new slatethe sun is lateit’s morning not yetbut I am wide awakeIts a fresh patha new trailthe one, I need to blaze every stumble taught a lessonevery fall a chisel strokethis sculpture is being madethe future is blurred but in my mind it’s clearit’s for me to create
Ab uthegi subah
तुम उठोगी सुबह शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत जैसी तुम हो आँखें मलती हुई लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह जैसे तुम हो कुछ नींद में सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली जैसे तुम हो अब उठेगी सुबह मेरी बाहों में जैसे तुम हो
I need some Sun
Need a breakfrom the shadeI need some sun cocoonedfor longI think I am done been sittingwaiting I will now take a run life is out therenot in comfortable confineslet’s have some fun I had the mooni had the starslet me have some sun
Awake or Asleep
The sun rises Showering it’s glorious rays illuminating the world With colours of life The awake see the spectacle of the day For the sleeping it’s the dark night There is glory in the world waiting for us to see. They materialise when we see them. They wait for us to see. We just haveContinue reading “Awake or Asleep”
There comes the sleep
Sleeping in the blanketsnuggled and warmNowhere to goJust purely staticTrailing behind the timeStretched lazily slowNo plans in the mindNone whatsoeverRising sun hiddenBy sympathetic curtainsin the cozy armsthere comes the sleepDeep and easy
It’s a New Year
#haiku
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”
Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory
My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. WithContinue reading “Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory”
5 am
Just in timeWith the sunOr some timea bit before I riseFrom a blissful sleepOr sometimesa tumultuous one Meeting the dayFreshOr sometimesa bit groggy Off the bedWith purposeOr sometimesJust laying down A cup of coffeea moment staring at windowor sometimesHitting the snooze Its another dayWe just metI think we like each otherIt would be fun
My Tales Within 