I am in a prison with the captive soul inside,

the new avenues

between dawn and dusk

fragrance of cypress

bees to come and dine

This confidential matterIs not meant for disclosureYet they force me to writeI do not find my religionIn their list of religionsHow can they categorizeAnd specify the list whenIndividual have their ownWay and level of devotionsNobody knows what they getIn return, satisfaction, peaceCalmness, serenity etc.Can someone measure them?These immeasurable devotionAre not meant for propagationMy religion is…

I am in deep sea.

एक पेड़ की मौत मरा और जानवर बन गयाऔर जब जानवर की मौत मरा और इंसान बन गयाक्यों मै मौत से डरूँ? क्या खोया है मैंने इसे पाकर?This is a translation of the poemA Stone I DiedbyMewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

returns to childhood

Tere sang rehte rehteHumne bhi jeena seekh liyaKhoye khoye rehte the humAb jaag gaye hainNeed khul gayi abDin nikalne laga haiDhundhle chehre ab samne hainParchayee ka shaksh kuch kareebDekh rahe hain ab unhe humKaarname jo reh gaye andhere meinRuswa hone se pehleDil dhal jaye to achcha haiRaat ki siyahi meinAnsoo beh jaye to achcha hai.

I see my face not of my belovedThey say I madly wanderBut I return to my homeEvery evening as the sun setsThey say I keep mutteringBut the song I sing reaches notThe alert ears of my belovedAm I living a dream or this life?It is for you to decideLove is in my blood and love…

hurricane will pass.

energetic drink