The sun sets I look back What did I do today? I lived a life … I am happy!!! Is that what I do? I seek an answer But that’s not the question It is not what I do It is what I am!!! The dawn breaks Its a new day What will I doContinue reading “I am happy, I live life”
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The taste of the moment
The skillet of cast iron Harness the heat ingredient blend in proportion spices sinking deep Each bit done for the craving mouth nothing goes waste expressed on the grateful tongue That we know as the taste Taste lies not in the fire That heats Nor in the skillet That suffers the heat Nor in theContinue reading “The taste of the moment”
Always young – my father, my friend
The man of details Full of imagination always thinking always young The best is not enough For the seeker of best always new Always young The myths imagined or created Story teller recreates the epics Always spectacular Always young Deligent and meticulous Order, is the purpose Always neat Always young Unwilling to share worries ButContinue reading “Always young – my father, my friend”
The moment arrives
Fleeting moments Riding the rush of the river Uncertain drops, Merging with the flow Turbulent yet confined Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t” Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon, benovalence is just a show The froth explains the churn between the Will and the Fear the Will loses, alas Restrained passion, stays in tow It ain’tContinue reading “The moment arrives”
Roses are Red
Warm as a rose Beyond the seen, in Red Unseen is the glow
Amma (mother)
For her, life is people, In her priorities She comes last Her heart does the thinking, She feels for all, Her own feelings come last Her memories are us Her messages, sometime remind us to remember Her ownself?? she forgets fast She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake Each one’s likings comes first HerContinue reading “Amma (mother)”
Yellow Yoghurt
Yellow yeast yawns you yell your Yoodle yap Yoghurt you yearn
The flying Kite
The flying Kite soaring the sky only because its tied. Snap!! The string breaks And its free.
Music is the root
The banyan tree Glowing outside and within Music plays on it’s roots
हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें
इतवार तो कैलेंडर पे लिखा शब्द है उसका इतना इंतज़ार क्यूँ हफ्ता पड़ा है जीने को आज से इतनी मायूसी क्यूँ शायद फुर्सत का इंतज़ार है पर किस बात से फुर्सत? इसकी मालुमात नहीं क्या पता किस आराम कि ख्वाहिश है और किस आराम से आज कल अछे तालुकात नहीं कभी सोने कि कोशिश मेंContinue reading “हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें”
My Tales Within 