Riding free

She rides the horseA free spirited steedHooves galloping swiftWings flying wideSometimes on the groundon the lush green meadowSometimes in airOn the fluffy white cloudskicking up the grassAnd sometimes the cloudsBouncing manesAnd her flowing hairMatching their rhythmMatching the stridesThere is a songThat the wind singsShe hears the songShe sings that tooThere are no reinsThere is nowhereContinue reading “Riding free”

Wo mod hi nazar nahin aata

एक अंधेरा भी हैजो रोशन बहुत हैएक खामोशी हैजो कहानी कहे जा रही है मेरे साथ मेरा साया थारात हुई तो खो गया है शायदकल सुबह सुबह मिलेंगे उससेअभी अकेले चल पड़ा हूँ साथ साथ अंधेरा भी चल पड़ा हैऔर वो बातूनी खामोशी भीपूछे बिग़ैर अपने अकेले क़ाफ़िले मेंशामिल हो गया है बातों बातों मेंवक्तContinue reading “Wo mod hi nazar nahin aata”

The earthy smell

Clouds sprout in plentyFlourishing in the fresh new glowFloating merrily aboveinvisible roots stretching out below They belong to the skyBorn out of the rainSun it’s fatherarisen from the earthly womb’s pain Yet to growThey are whiteSomeday they will be ladenWith all the burden that arise Turning darkIt obscures the sunCasting shadow on the earth belowFilledContinue reading “The earthy smell”

The quite place

It was a picnicJust Him and hera quiet placeDeafening silence prevailedFilled by the roar of waterHe seemed to say somethingThe bark was incessantThere was nothing to worryShe saidin a calming voiceher voice drownedin the falling waterThey were safeEncased by the logsIn their secret placeNo one would trouble themNot even her parentsNo one knewThe rising watersContinue reading “The quite place”

At last free

Water is freeFrom the confinesof the unseen glassIt leaps outOff the rimInto the free windCaught by the gustIt dissipatesinto million dropletsLosing its identityNo longer liquidJust a free vapourExisting unseenSeparated dropletsFlowing in the airEvaporating into cloudsThere they gatherand make a planThey hurl downas a torrid rainThrough rivuletsthey travelGushing on preset pathIn the river they meetFinally unitedasContinue reading “At last free”

In between the moments

Who decides,the next momentDoes it wait for meOr do I seek? When do I exitthe pastand enter the presentI wonder? If I do movefrom the pastto the present,what do I traverse? From the pastto the destinationThat is nowWhere do I exist? Does that journeyin betweengo without noticingAs if in a sleep? That state betweenthe thenContinue reading “In between the moments”

5 am

Just in timeWith the sunOr some timea bit before I riseFrom a blissful sleepOr sometimesa tumultuous one Meeting the dayFreshOr sometimesa bit groggy Off the bedWith purposeOr sometimesJust laying down A cup of coffeea moment staring at windowor sometimesHitting the snooze Its another dayWe just metI think we like each otherIt would be fun