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Mountain (Elfchen)

Mountain Mighty- Serene Head held high Wearing the white clouds Regal #elfchen

किसी ने की कोशिशदो कदम चलने कीउस नुक्कड़ पर फिर से मिलने कीकोई कदम पहुँचे ही नहीं किसी ने की कोशिशलिखे ख़त को पड़ने कीपन्नो पे महके अल्फ़ाज़ समझने कीकुछ ख़त लिफ़ाफ़ों से निकले नहीं किसी ने की कोशिशदबी आवाज़ को सुनने कीअनकहे लफ़्ज़ों को समझने कीकुछ शोर अनसुने ही रहे किसी को सुनाई दियाकिसीContinue reading “Koshish”

Let’s paint the fence

Fence separatesthe insideFrom what liesOn the outside What stays within it’s boundOr What lies outsideIt’s not for the fenceto judge or decide It stays on the fringeIn touch with either sideNot the one to connectOnly built to divide It’s one fenceWith two sidesOne is with the insideOne faces the outside One side restrictsThe other sideContinue reading “Let’s paint the fence”

Two stranger eyes

Two eyes meetStrangers are they bothThe gaze stay a bit longerEach mind sees and knows Each eye mirroringthe person insideBoth sad and forlorn withinWhat the cloths failed to hide No recognitionNone of the worldly relationsThe fleeting moments,Were their only connections In the intersecting momentsTwo lives convergedtwo forlorn eyes connectedNo rich no poor The moments passedTwoContinue reading “Two stranger eyes”

Reflections in the puddle

Still water stays calm Reflection in the puddle Rain creates ripple

Goodbyes

Goodbyes Difficult Avoidable Has to happen All beginnings have end Inevitable #Elfchen

Sun (Elfchen)

Sun Radiant – Bright Up in sky Making the world visible Morning #elfchen

Tethered to the world

Happily it flies Unaware and blissful Tethered by mind

Mera dost Andhera

रात आयी तोअंधेरा भी साथ आया हैदिन के उजाले मेंकहाँ उससे मिलना हो पाया है दिन के उजाले मेंरोशनी के पीछेशर्मिला सा, सहमा साछुपा रहता है शायद दिन की तपती धूप से राहत कीचादर लाया है अंधेरादोस्तों से मिल बैठने कामाहौल भी लाया है ये अंधेरा चाँद को साथ लिएकुछ रोशनी भी लाया हैटिमटिमाते तारोंContinue reading “Mera dost Andhera”

Closer to Core

Spinning like a topConstantly in motionedges moving fasterSlowly moves the core If I would stopI would fallFearful of not spinningAfraid, of being ‘me’ no more On pointed endI hang in balanceForever in pursuitdrilling through the floor Force of the chordwould eventually expireinevitable would happenSpinning top would spin no more With the last wobbleThe top fallsItContinue reading “Closer to Core”