In dilemmashe walksIn expectationhe waits In expectationHe is earlyIn dilemmaShe is late
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the word that describes me
if there was a wordthat describedwho I am it would arisefrom the abyssthat I am the unheard shoutthat, what will echois the one, I am the grossand the shadowthe light, I am whispering windthe cool breezethe fragrance, I am in the worldI have become dirty otherwise, pure I am A word that meansa word thatContinue reading “the word that describes me”
Raat
ढलती शाम सेरोशनी चुरा केअभी तो रात आयी है धीरे से, दबे पाओंअंधेरे की नरम रज़ाई ले केअभी तो रात आयी है थके बदन के लिएनींद का तोहफ़ा ले केअभी तो रात आयी है आँखें हो रहीं है बंदअब मिलेंगे ख़्वाबों सेअभी तो नींद आयी है लेंगे उड़ानइस दुनिया की बंदिशों से परेअभी तो पंखContinue reading “Raat”
Heart of Stone #haiku
#haiku
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