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”
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Red Blue and Yellow
Red blue and yellowon the black tar of lifestreaks flow of white blur
Open Courtyard
In open courtyard There is window in the skyheaven lies both side #haiku What shows your window?
Bats are early
Ominous sign showDark night is yet to descend Bats leave cave early
The birth on the eighth night
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 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
My Tales Within 