when he writes it down

of the banyan tree with many rootsis floating like the clouds andwhen it rains the pitter-patter of raindropssoftly touches the nestand slowly sucks the moistureand the monkey swingsacross the river holdingbanyan tree’s long rootsthe loud giggle makes the forest livelyand I enjoy watching the tears of the skydancing on my window panes.

This heart is beating the drums of wantsClouds are drifting away from Sanai mount.Is it a dream or my own imagination?That I see you clearly when I close my eyesI see the smile assuaging your faceI hear your voice like a rhythmic baseNo one is playing but I hear a PianoFlute is flowing like mountain’s…

and this pond reflectsbut the silence at our homescreams for the unspoken words

that played, lived under

bridge of nature built

amber morning sky

By good or bad deedsTo reflect ourselvesIn the mirror of loveTo live in the memoryof our beloved ones

Don’t know how and whenHe entered my heartThe uninvited guest!The uninvited guest- Part 2I learned the true meaningof possessiveness, envyjealousy and never likedothers seeing or talking with himSuch is the impact I had of love.– – – – – – – – – – xxx- – – – – – – – – – –…

horse passing water

As if the brain wants to hearThem again and again…

live judiciously

उसने भी आंसू बहा दिए, हमने भी अश्को को न रोकाकुछ ऐसे हल्का किया हमने दिल-ए -ग़ुबार कोवो उस छोर से दरिया में उतर आये, हमने इस छोर से छलांग मारीकुछ ऐसे समां गए हम दरिया -ए-भॅवर मेंन तुमने ही कुछ कहा, और न हम ही कुछ बोलेआँखों ने फिर भी पढ़ ही लिया दिल…