grass in abundance
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Moon hides in blue mist
don’t be impatient.
FOSSILS………….
OrganizedSubstanceSuitable forInteresting study ofLifeSubsided.
rain drops under sun
pick your color now.
Youthful don’t dance with flamboyance
Like a caged bird waiting for soul to fly.Eyes which are filled with intoxicationwill fall on the darkness of the duskLike waves finally travels to the shore.
रहते तो हैं हम आज़ाद मुल्क में,
कहीं ऑंखें देख न ले उनको,इसलिए नाज़ों की पाबन्दीनज़रों में नज़ारे न उतर आयेइसलिए नज़रों पे पाबन्दीयहाँ ये पाबन्दी, वहां वो पाबन्दी –चारों तरफ शोर है की कहाँ है पाबन्दी?यहाँ उठने पे पाबन्दी, वहां बैठने पे पाबन्दीकहीं पे जाने की पाबन्दी, कहीं से आने की पाबन्दीये पाबन्दी लिख दी गयी है अब हर माथे पे…
O Life, test me not with the love
And my love is immortalIt is a divine flame, which no wind can blowO Life, Test me not with my courageI may defy the law of this natureAnd break free all the shacklesMy determination is rock solidO Life, Test me not with my patienceI can wait for ages in this countless journeyWhere my age will…
finding place to hide
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some wild thoughts wander
the ripples emerge
beautiful woman
to the tune of love
Thoughts normally crosses my mind often,
Fragrance normally spreads in the air,why got stuck with me, all of a sudden?The sound that normally echoed in the mountain rally,why went to someone’s ear, all of a sudden?Wandering clouds normally went past me several times,why fell on me, all of a sudden?I was roaming all alone in this world,then why I fell in…
My mind is at peace with the stillness of the pond
The wind is gentle and flowers are bloomingBirds are resting with babies and groomingSky is crystal clear and so the path aroundMoonbeams on green grass showing silver groundMind thoughts are silent with this backgroundThose stars are playing with my spirit round and roundAnd let me stay alone in this silence and boundA drop of a…
The night passes through the dark tunnel
like the fireflies waiting for night to endThemoon uncovers from the thick cloudsAnd flashes on the silent water of the pondThe wind is blowing thin night suitmaking the silver beams to pierce throughBefore the constellation of stars portraysThe night passed through the tunnelgiving way to the daylight
I am in a prison with the captive soul inside,
my creativity deals with the narrow mindsYet my determination forces me to keep my head upright.