The God’s Whisper

Who sets the palateWho mixes the coloursWho holds the divine brushTo paint this wonderful pictureIn the splashOf colours Lies the speckOf creationIf the pixel is so divine How great would bethe complete pictureThe colouris in the eyesAnd the mind divineOnly those willing to stop and witnessCan hear The God’s whisper

The red petal

Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”

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”

The sky, raindrop and flower

हूँ अलग है मुझे रिझाना है सृष्टि को आगे बढ़ाना है रंग अलगसब पसंद करते हैं शायद इसीलिए मुझे तोड़ लेते हैं दिखता हूँ,क्योंकि अलग हूँअगर वो हरा ना होता तो मैं लाल, कैसे होता मेरा लाल रंग वो हरा, वो नीला,सावन की बारिश में है सब कुछ सबसे मिला

To the newer me

In the futurelies a new meolderbut closerto the oneI want to be My steps are smallyet resoluteguided and cajoledby the newer me In the Marchto the glorious futureI leave footstepsof mineon the virgin sands of timefor everyone to see In each stepthere remainsa part of me for I am the destination and the path isContinue reading “To the newer me”