Tree stands tallwhere the seed fellrooted to the groundThere lies it’s existence Roots dig deeperNourishing the growing treeBinding it to the spotThere lies it’s existence Wind brought the seedRain drops buried itTree had no roleThere lies it’s existence Wind that brought itTries to take it placesTree stays, heavily rootedThere lies it’s existence It is rootedStuckContinue reading “Tree Stands Tall”
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The rock splits the river
The rock splitsthe river in twoWhy did you do that?The rock was askedI am big and strong it repliedThat is why! The river flows on either sideLetting the rock be in the centreWhy did you do that?The river was asked.I flow eternallyThat is why! The rock won, they all criedRiver sang gleefullyRock is rooted, IContinue reading “The rock splits the river”
Sky in the eye
The sky I must reachThe clouds I must pierceSun the scorcherlying beyond the cloudMust look him in the eye The moon and the starsHang on the domeKeeping the worldEncased withinMaintaining the semblance of the lie The dark spaceBeyond and in betweenFills every thingAnd still remains emptyBut seen with the closed eye I have traveled forContinue reading “Sky in the eye”
Beyond the Sun
Under watchful eye little one learns to paddle Leaves the sun behind
Did they miss me
Went on a walk It was after a long time The tree swayed in the wind They seemed happy Did they miss me?
Lazy Sunday
Pine lets in sun Lazy Sunday lies sprawled Pure blue sky peeks
Jungle is One
Road splits the jungle in two equal halves, but the jungle is one #americansentence
Trespassers will be prosecuted
The roads slashesthe jungle half,creating two sidesof one whole massdozers scrape brutallyTonsuring the soil Divide was clean and brutalmolten tar scorched the earththe sign postproclaims in triumphconquest of the civilisedover the wild Speeding iron beasts honkStriking fear in humble wild heartsUnseen crawlers are crushedspinning rubber show no remorseThe grazer were confinedSplit on either side theContinue reading “Trespassers will be prosecuted”
कुचले हुए घास के पत्ते (trampled grass blades)
घास के पत्तों को कुचले जाने की आदत है मेरी खवाइशों की भी कुछ कुछ ऐसी ही आदत है औस की बूँदों ने हर बार सम्भाला है ख़्वाहिशों की मौत को कई बार टाला है ज़मीन से जुड़ा हूँ मैंने कहाँ जाना है कुचलते कदम गुज़ार जाएँगे मेरा तो यहीं ठिकाना है किसकी जुस्तजू हैContinue reading “कुचले हुए घास के पत्ते (trampled grass blades)”
Who does it belong to (कौन है मालिक)
ड्रॉइंग रूम में सजी हर चीज़ जो किसी कारीगर की नायाब कारीगरी थी जिसे मजबूर हो कर बेचा गया था जो कभी दुकान के कोने में धूल से लथपथ अपने गले में अपनी क़ीमत लटकाए बेज़ुबान पड़े थे आज मेरे घर की रौनक़ है मोल दिया है अब वो सब मेरे हैं शायद ये एहसासContinue reading “Who does it belong to (कौन है मालिक)”
My Tales Within 