The drag in the momentthe creepof the clockwhy is all so still Is not the lifeAll about moving?The rush of the desiresThe whirlwindOf temptationsWhy is all so blurredIs not the life All about vision?Am I furtherOr getting closerAway from being bornOr closer to deathWhy is all so deadIs not the life All about living?A breathContinue reading “Life – All about change”
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Our song, for me and you
It’s loudYet I hear it onlyI can switch off the musicYet the sound rings continuously It’s not on the device It’s doesn’t flow through the headphones It resides in the deepDeeper than the mind and the bonesWhere I need no ears To hearNeed no podsTo connectit echoesReverberatesTrapped In the sacred hollow in meYou can hearContinue reading “Our song, for me and you”
Not a wild path
Lonely and quietThe path walks through the forestIt’s not a wild one In response to; CCC# 24, hosted by Crispina
Cobbler on the Street
Cobbler on the street Fixing the shoeI wore on my feetHe saysIt’s the soul that’s separatedFrom the worn out hideI asked If it can be mendedCan it be stitched backTo the way, it was beforeHe checked itInside outFeeling the textureGauging the damageIt’s been trampledUsed and abusedWorn in the mannerSo very irresponsibly Yet he said, heContinue reading “Cobbler on the Street”
The maze wins
I put the leash On the collar Holding it back Keeping it safe I set the rules Punished, if violated Rewarded, if it was followed I set the path That right one For I know What’s right And what it takes To survive Made of safety nets Woven from the yarn of rules I create Continue reading “The maze wins”
Moon sneaked in
Raat ki Maggi
रात की Maggiकुछ भूखकुछ बस यूँ ही कढ़ची घुमातेकरी ढेर सारी बातें कुछ संजीदा, कुछ बस यूँ ही डेढ़ ग्लास पानी मिलानाऔर, थोड़ा instructions से कुछ अलग करना जैसा है, वैसा सही था Carrot और मटर डाल कर उसे बर्बाद करना कोई reason नहीं पेट की नहीं मन की भूक है ज़्यादा कोई खाये elaborateकुछContinue reading “Raat ki Maggi”
Travel beyond (Bas chalna Hai)
मुड के देखा तो हसीन नज़ारे देखे क्या छोड़ आया हूँ क्या अब आगे है जो छोड़ आया हूँ अच्छा था जैसा भी था सच्चा था एक सफ़र है मंज़िल नहीं किसको पहुँचना बस मुझे चलना है
Blood stained
A place of unmeasurable horror. Where humanity dipped to the lowest. There stands a monument serenely reminding that one must never forget
Take a Backseat
Sometimes One must take a backseatBit messyNot particularly neatWatching the traveled path Roll out through the rear windowReflecting on the pastAnd not worrying of the futureWatching the sun Peek through the passing treesShading the half open eyesSleepy but not tiredHands free, Off the steering, but insteadfolded on the resting neckSupporting the relaxed headLegs on theContinue reading “Take a Backseat”
My Tales Within 