I search you
in my albums,
a voice missing,
a face so known,
but forgotten now.
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Sound, from dhvani
To vani,Speech, ability to speak.The break of soundTo the break of speechHaltinglyIn imitation ofAksharaLetter,Letter as a sign,Symbol.As a cut,A scratch over,A mark.From aksharaTo shabda,ShabdaA combination of letters,Sounds.Shabda to vakya,Word to sentence,Framing and formation ofSentences.
A loafer as a grandfather saying to that he had very, very intelligent
But the secret only the Almighty knows it and his olden friends,How bogus had he been! A third-classer and a last-bencher too.And the same man now says it that he had been first class first.How can it be, sir?The granddaughter and the grandson enquiring aboutAnd he lying about.How to say the past things of life?And…
Maya meri ladki,
Bhitar se utpanna huyin.Maya meri ladkiJisko mein bahut pyar karta hun,Apne se bhi besi.Maya my daughter,Maya, Illusion,Illusion born from within.Maya my daughterWhom love I very much,Leaving me and myself behind.
God, Man and Nature holding dialogues
Man the travellerOn the way of lifeResting under a tree,Going it all alone,Sometimes in the sun,Sometimes in the shade of.Man the passenger,God the FerrymanFerrying across the boatTo the other side of the river,Man a pilgrimSetting out on the pilgrimage of lifeAnd the way long and wearisome,Tiresome and exhausting,Going round the up-hill,Zigzagged, stony, craggy and curving.God…
Valentine’s day,
Of love and rosesAnd passionate kisses,Sweet roses,Tender love and tender heart.A day of rose and heart,Heart and rose,Love and sympathyAnd bonding,Affinity and affection,Fascination and charm.
The jackals’ night,
I want to go to, go to,The jackals’,Jackals’ nightvisible in the darkAnd running awayUnder mist and fogSlippingAll into darkness,The jackals’ lonely nightAway from the woods and forested tracksInto the human garbage heapsSearching for foodQuarrelling with dogs and crows.