Thoughts pour on paper

Letters got typedSticking together to form wordsthey appear familiarthey mirror my thoughtsSometimes trulySometimes to please

One Liners

What I saw in the sun is what sun saw reflecting in me In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday

Wherever

Wherever is a good destination In response to Linda’s One Liner Wednesday  #1LinerWeds

Destination wherever (Manzil Kahan)

सुबह कीख़ामोश रास्तों पररोशनी की किरण हूँ में रात कीसोए हुए अंधेरों कीपहली सुबह हूँ मैं ख़्वाबों के अधूरे अल्फ़ाज़ों कीअनकही कहानी हूँ में सफ़र कीअनजान राहों काअकेला राही हूँ मैं मंज़िलों कीपहचान नहीं हैंशायद पहुँच गया हूँ मैं

Stillness of the deep

In the lakeLaying placidLies buriedmeanings deep Calm on the surfaceLike a pretending mirrorReflecting the fakeHiding the truth beneath the inquisitive fingerScratches the surfaceIn a poke of inquiryPierces the flimsy sheath Ripples give awaythe illusionDistorting the unrealRevealing the truth we seek It’s not the blue skyOr the ochre of the woodsIt’s the flow of the waterAnd

Khamoshi

मैं ख़ामोश हूँमेरी चीख़ों को आवाज़ों कीज़रूरत नहीं ख़ामोश अल्फ़ाज़ों कोलफ़्ज़ों की बैसाखियों कीज़रूरत नहीं शब्दों में फ़रेब हैखामोशी में नहींबंद लबों कोक़समों कि ज़रूरत नहीं शब्दों में बनावट हैखामोशी में नहींदिल की गहराइयों मेंमन के बदलते मिज़ाज नहीं मैं ख़ामोश हूँमेरी सचाई कोकिसी मंज़ूरी की ज़रूरत नहीं

Nothing but you

Leave everythingthat is not youLeave no traces of youNot even few Scrape the edgesDown to the coreTill you are leftWith nothing more Shed the pretenceShed the prideRemove the nameleave the identity aside As we reachthe last crumbWe gnaw awaythe senses numb there in the stillnesswhen nothing is youWhat is leftIs nothing but you

Riding free

She rides the horseA free spirited steedHooves galloping swiftWings flying wideSometimes on the groundon the lush green meadowSometimes in airOn the fluffy white cloudskicking up the grassAnd sometimes the cloudsBouncing manesAnd her flowing hairMatching their rhythmMatching the stridesThere is a songThat the wind singsShe hears the songShe sings that tooThere are no reinsThere is nowhere

Living a dream

Hurtling at urgent speedI look out of the windowAmazed In my belted seatI am staticSuspended Bathed in reflected lightIn an illusion of speedLiving a dream

The earthy smell

Clouds sprout in plentyFlourishing in the fresh new glowFloating merrily aboveinvisible roots stretching out below They belong to the skyBorn out of the rainSun it’s fatherarisen from the earthly womb’s pain Yet to growThey are whiteSomeday they will be ladenWith all the burden that arise Turning darkIt obscures the sunCasting shadow on the earth belowFilled