comes out of nothing

joys of a fleeting

होता है एहसास ज़िंदा होने का मुझकोफिर भी न जाने क्यों, जी नहीं लगतारहता हूँ अपनों से घिरा अक्सर मैंबातें होती है सब से लेकिन, जी नहीं लगतासुख गए आंसू भी, लबों की प्यास भी गयीसुख और दुःख में भी अब, जी नहीं लगतावजूद है मेरा सिर्फ नाम के सहारेआईने में अक्स है पर, जी…

muddy footprints left

Unprecedented

Now we are fighting for sides.I want my love to be in bracketsMultiplied by Nth kisses“Ego” Subtracted‘Care’ Divided‘Mutual respect’ added.Derivatives will be your pain my pain,Integration will be our pain,Life will be right angled triangleMeeting with you every time.No polygon, No pentagonNo HexagonJust Pi with radius oneMaking your circle complete.

they just couldn’t get past reading or listeningto actually living the life they desire.Often you may see their frustrationthey are very raw in this artquite a few indications that they haveShows gap between knowledge and action.They blame to routines of daily lifegetting in their way andthe initial zeal just dies outmaking them at bay.The question…

And a light hugIs what we all expectFrom the belovedAnd our expectationsHave no limitationsAs we keep them gettingFinally, unless we realizeThose have become routineAnd demand and supplyHas equilibrium with love missingThe threshold in our relationshipIs the level of the expectations,We keep a balance betweenThe love life and work life.The touch evaporatesThe smile turned to showing…

keeping me alive

owl getting ready

flowing spring between the treesmeadows grazed by horses and sheepWith the beautiful faces aroundI lost my heartWhen mind wandered in thoughtsNo music can matchThe twittering of birdsNo dance can matchThe swings of branchesUnparalleled dance of peacockSun playing hide and seekGrass holding snow cubesWind playing fluteBamboos beating nature’s drumsI lost my heart to nature’s love.

White shoes shining throughA tiny girl drops down from the golden carWith a Barbie doll in her hands.While passing by a small vegetable vendor,She encounters a small girl sitting beside vegetables,She wore a patchy blue dress that accumulated dirtHairs like wild grass, no make-up and no shoes.The muddy girl says to her Dad,‘Look at my…

PlummetedTo make the heart shapeOn the floorAnd every heart appreciated itNo pearl, no starNot even moonCan match the sacrificeAnd the pain it has gone through.