nature – Page 4 – My Tales Within

Flowers in the vase

Flowers in the vase One dared to mask the sun Rest remain rooted

SwimmingFrantically Trying to stay the courseRoaring watersHave a plana set path, in store flapping handsflailing legskeep me afloatthere are no oarsno sailno boat onwardstowards the fallto the eventual endavoiding a boulderbarely navigatingthe gruesome bend you may survivebut finallyyou will fallno matterwhat you trya fate you can’t stall that’s if you keep swimmingtrying to stay afloatscreamingContinue reading “Limitless like sky”

Orange slit

Shining dew drop of bliss

For all that I getA bit more I desireWill there ever be enoughThan what I require?I must now starveFor I have eaten enoughTill the crave is lostAnd there is none to corruptI have filled the pot it now brims overMust scoop every bit out Till there ain’t no leftoverBetter still to breakthe clay pot intoContinue reading “Shining dew drop of bliss”

Wahan Kaphila Milega

कई अल्फ़ाज़ यूँही रह गये खुले आसमान में कहीं बह गए। वहाँ बादलों से बारिश के साथ बरसेंगे उन बूँदों में कहीं शायद अपना क़ाफ़िला मिलेगा

Mere saath chala woh Chand

पुराने गाने सुनते रस्ता चला पेड़, खेत, नादिया पीछे छोड़ चला साथ चली बस हवा कुछ गुनगुनाती अच्छे सफ़र की देती दुआ और चला वो चाँद हर कदम मेरे साथ बादलों से गुज़रता, कुछ मुस्कुराता जानता है वो, शायद मेरे मन की बात

You are the sea, I am the sun

The seaTranquil and at easeAware of the shimmering mirageOn its restless wavesFrom it’s warmthIt felt the sunWhy? it wonderedAnd asked the the warm one While you play among my wavesyou turn meInto a cloudAnswer me oh mighty Sun!Why may I askDo I drift as a cloud in the breezeCover the skyAnd mask your lightTurn darkContinue reading “You are the sea, I am the sun”

Ripple in the sky

Silently shaking the leaves

There is a wind a gentle one Not in a hurry Yet moving Silently shaking the leaves Yet not raising dust That’s not its purpose

I wait at the beach

I sitby the seaon a empty morning beachpristine untouchedby other footstepsyet to reach The morning breezemoves the wavesever so gentlyplucking up a few dropswith every splashevery froth It touches my facewipes a tearbefore it rises to fill the blue skypuckering the flat skywith white fluffy dye soon it hidesthe rising sundark enough to form aContinue reading “I wait at the beach”