Poem – Page 16 – My Tales Within

In the Maze

In the MazeAll you wantAll that you needIs availableFor a priceConsumeAll you wantIt’s all yoursThe glitzAnd the shimmerOnly till you are there In the Maze

I joined the road

चला है ये रास्ता तेरी तरफ़ हो लिया हूँ मैं भी साथ Trees alongside waveThe road rushes towards youI too joined the road

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”

The wind in my hair

The wind Blew through my hair It brought some sand That stayed With me

Footsteps on Sand

Footsteps Firmly imprinted On the sand Walk along the sea trying to dodge and avoid the waves of time Till as long at least forever Unannounced It comes The roaring wave Wets the pristine feet Leaving a speck of sand and the frothing foam Also washing away Without trace the treasured Footsteps

Sleeping in silent whispers

Sleeping in silent whispersheaving breathWith happy dreamsand then she slowly opens her eyesas the rising suncreeps up the smiling lipsand thenLove flows inand fills my world

Shadows move on wall

Walls narrate the tale Of the journey together Shadows want to stay

Ladder on the plane

Ladders are fixed on the aeroplane There is a queue to board Everyone rushes beyond me I stay rooted in the moment I don’t want to go

Twinkle twinkle little star

There are stars of two kinds Shining in the night skyOne of them Bigfusing the atomsFiery and brightThe other oneTwinkling little starReflecting in my glittery eyesspeckled across the skySmall and niceI kind of believein the twinkling oneI just dodon’t ask me whyMaybe because it isLike a diamondIn the sky

Hammock hanging on stars

How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”