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Vehicle of God #haiku
Falling
FallingI am fallingFaster and heavierPulled inwardsYet surging outThe tear is widerRipping open the truthLayer by layerthe sheaths are partedthe endless fall endsStatic at the bottomThere in the abyssThere appears a lightClear as crystalThe vision is clearIn a mind placidThere are no sheathsThere is just meAnd there lies the truth
Stillness of the deep
In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAndContinue reading “Stillness of the deep”
Khamoshi
मैं ख़ामोश हूँमेरी चीख़ों को आवाज़ों कीज़रूरत नहीं ख़ामोश अल्फ़ाज़ों कोलफ़्ज़ों की बैसाखियों कीज़रूरत नहीं शब्दों में फ़रेब हैखामोशी में नहींबंद लबों कोक़समों कि ज़रूरत नहीं शब्दों में बनावट हैखामोशी में नहींदिल की गहराइयों मेंमन के बदलते मिज़ाज नहीं मैं ख़ामोश हूँमेरी सचाई कोकिसी मंज़ूरी की ज़रूरत नहीं
Nothing but you
Leave everythingthat is not youLeave no traces of youNot even few Scrape the edgesDown to the coreTill you are leftWith nothing more Shed the pretenceShed the prideRemove the nameleave the identity aside As we reachthe last crumbWe gnaw awaythe senses numb there in the stillnesswhen nothing is youWhat is leftIs nothing but you
Living a dream
Hurtling at urgent speedI look out of the windowAmazed In my belted seatI am staticSuspended Bathed in reflected lightIn an illusion of speedLiving a dream
Beyond the river
The oar moves Rhythmically Propelling the boat Oarsman is the traveller He is the fuel Boat stays in the river The oar too Oarsman moves to the shore Beyond the boat Beyond the river
Mera dost Andhera
रात आयी तोअंधेरा भी साथ आया हैदिन के उजाले मेंकहाँ उससे मिलना हो पाया है दिन के उजाले मेंरोशनी के पीछेशर्मिला सा, सहमा साछुपा रहता है शायद दिन की तपती धूप से राहत कीचादर लाया है अंधेरादोस्तों से मिल बैठने कामाहौल भी लाया है ये अंधेरा चाँद को साथ लिएकुछ रोशनी भी लाया हैटिमटिमाते तारोंContinue reading “Mera dost Andhera”
Forest lives, grass dies
How real is the world How real is the dream Is it the one I heard Or is it the one I have seen Which one do I believe, What I see or what is shown? In my mind the forest grows New seeds each day is sown The weeds are as much the forestContinue reading “Forest lives, grass dies”
My Tales Within 