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
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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”
People fade, Music remains
Sitting in a cafeMusic baring loudCan’t hear a thingAlone, in the crowd Cocooned in the songPeople speak with no voiceJust the lips movingAnd a silent noise There is no one to seeBlinding Lights cloud the eyeIn those flickering lightsshadows hide, whoever am I In the public, I findMy own private spaceI have nothing to explainThereContinue reading “People fade, Music remains”
Move on. It’s a new dawn
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
Sun burns for me
Do you feel the warmth too?
Coffee. Black. Simple.
Coffee at leisureAbsorbs all that it touchesBlack, simple and deep
Third step ends me
The whole world is lessFor just three steps of wisdomThe third step ends me #haiku #onam
The Joy of Giving
The joy is in givingFor what else is prosperity?The purpose is to provideFor what else do we own?Smile that I bringThe blessing that I gain I reap the harvestOf the seeds that I have sownFor this day we celebrateThe greatest giverNot the conqueror of the worldBut the conqueror of the very ownlet’s revel on theContinue reading “The Joy of Giving”
Moving road stretch
The moving roadtake the swaying trees alongI watch rootedThrough the unmoving windowof the speeding car And a racing mindI watch As they move pastBehind, to the pastTo the road I travelledOn this speeding carAnd a wishful heartI watchthe views I hadand the destinations I have travelled beyondOn this speeding carAnd the ambitious eyesThere, I knowTheyContinue reading “Moving road stretch”
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
My Tales Within 