When he asked me my address,

It takes me through several stages.The tangerine of childhoodPlays with the rainbowAnd reaches the blues of youthfulThe white taking for jobsThe red showing signsThe amber making watchfulGreen making happy are some phasesThen slowing the dusk of the dayAnd back to the tombIt shows all colours

a dance by the trees

jack sings birthday song

to make the valley

On million waves, I travelled acrossThe journey very few will understandThe heat of the sand is no betterThan the darkness of the seaIs this my destiny, lying on the seashore andWaiting for someone to pick me upI don’t mind if put in a fish potInside, someone’s housePick me up, and listen to me.I want you…

Fragrance from flowersGorge and meander from riverRidges and seracs from mountainOasis and mirage from desertStreams and waterfalls from landscapeFeathers and chisel from birdsAnd then put the human soul.

तुम हो कहाँ प्रियतमअब मौसम भी बदल गयाबहारें भी आ गयी हैंघटा भी छा गयी हैंकोयल ने राग छेड़ाबुलबुल भी गा रही हैअब तो बता दो मुझकोकब तलक आओगे तुमऑंखें भी थक गयी हैअब इंतज़ार कर केलो दिन निकल ने को है अबउषा बन तू आओपहली किरण से अब तुमये अँधेरा मिटा के जाओ

history re-written

to bring awesome news

star’s constellation

थे सुख़नवर बोहोत उस बज़्म-ए-दुनिया में,जो थी वहां पर वो इंसान की कमी थी।खूबसूरती तो लूट रही थी ज़र्रे ज़र्रे में,ऑंखें मिली थी लेकिन दीदार की कमी थी।रोया बोहोत हूँ मै भी तेरे शब-ए-ग़म में,खून-ए-जिगर मिला तो आँसुओं की कमी थी।तरकश में मेरे तीर कम नहीं थे ‘आशी ‘,दोस्त तो बोहोत है दुश्मनों की कमी…

I went there and what I saw thereWere people wearing the mask andThe dresses they wore were hiding the statusAnd faces were wrapped with artificial smilesThey said, you must go to celebrationTo see the real happinessAnd what I found was amazing egosThe boast o achievementsThe pampering, false speechesAnd that made me sick of personality cult

In search of knowledge, information and truthWake up and break this unbroken chainLeave your sense behind and walk the walk.The very essence to get organized is killing youDo the things you want to do without talkingThe thing you call rationalize does not existIt is the argument of the mind with the soulDon’t make your life…

like burning candles

smiling red berries

yet eyes are twinklingNow I realizedit’s not rain that makes us wetat times emotions.Extremes of allProduces the same resultFinal conclusion.

To make my beautiful houseBrick by brick my dream came trueAesthetical it came out awesomeWho ever saw it either,they bit their finger ortheir Hat fell down but alas!the people I thought wouldmake the house of brickthe home to liveturned out to be my enemyas they tortured me todo this and not to do thatthey wanted…

nature is quiet