समय की बदलती रेत पर ठंडी लहरों का खेल मेरे गालों पर, ये तुम्हारी, ग़ुस्ताख़ उँहलियाँ नहीं तो और क्या है नरम धूप से पिघलती ओससुबह सुबह नींद से भरी ये तुम्हारी, वो आँखें नहीं तो और क्या है ये महकती हवाजो मुझे मदहोश कर दे ये तुम्हारी, गरम साँसें नहीं तो और क्या हैContinue reading “Toh aur kya hai?”
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This new day I met at Sunrise
This dayI want to tryfor the first timeit’s brand newand we just met at sunrise
The God’s Whisper
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
Red Blue and Yellow
Red blue and yellowon the black tar of lifestreaks flow of white blur
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”
Wheels of Life
On Torrential sheetwheels of life turn relentlessNo parking, No pause
Cost of Bliss
Time for check in Was later And for check out Was early The place was a beauty heavenly I could say Somethings were paid for For others there was a cost Everything was desirable Everything I wanted The time however was limited Too many choices too many sights initial moments were spent To orient andContinue reading “Cost of Bliss”
There lies the moment
In the rush of things The moment stops Somewhere between Earlier and later And that’s where There is no speed No expectations No comparison Nothing lesser or greater But there lies still the intent of motion And the sense of purpose The seed of every future a pure slice of the creator There lies theContinue reading “There lies the moment”
Long drives are not long enough
My worn out Shoes
My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
My Tales Within 