photography – My Tales Within

I can fly

My house Nailed to the tree Rooted to the ground But I can fly

Leaves of white cloud

They have no meaningTill they bring nourishing rainLeaves made of white clouds

The day rises

बादलों को जला कर सुबह आयी है अब आसमान को रंगना है नीला

है आसमान में कौनसा रंग वो तो दिखता है हवा और बादलों में है बादलों में कौनसा रंग हल्के हैं, तो सफ़ेद भर गये, तो काले हवा मैं कौनसा रंग है सुबह का नीला है श्याम की लालिमा और रात का सावलापनहै आसमान अठरंगीहर रंग में ढाला वो देखती हैं आँखें जो हो मन मेंContinue reading “Colour of the sky”

I fit in. That’s a crime

I don’t belongBut I stayEvery nightEvery dayI am not wrongYet I changeUnnoticed That’s strangeI am not me it’s fine I fit inThat’s crimeI am happythey do sayEvery nightEvery day

I like the Cool 😎 one

Beauty waits for the beholder

BeautyWaits for the eyesThat seesFor whenIt recognisesIt glowsthen ittruly becomesBeauty

I am the seed

My job is doneI am now to wither To merge with the soilAnd feed the netherFrom my nectar Will rise the nextDrawn to me They did the restMy colour is lostthat was me indeedI am not gleaming in the sunI am in the depths, buried I am withering awayYet I am completeI am not theContinue reading “I am the seed”

The painter up there

My first sight

I saw your splendourIn my first sight before dawnAnd my world glowed too