Wednesday, 9 January 2019



               You


You walk right towards my soul
in the spaces of minute possibilities
your words sometimes stopped my breath
for unknown reasons of belonging

we danced like children in rain
what we shared colured our dreams
what we left without speaking still shines
as the gems of river Lethe

we are two strings of one song
many notes played in this violin
but some remains its echoes
now me also remain in that list

when ever love touches me
i became a poet with hues of violet
there we find each other with soul
in the plethora of words and meanings.

Thursday, 3 January 2019




Rustic for novelty


Rushing through a world of ideas
i met a brain with out veins
it get diminished its sides

the walls of monasteries also thicken
by the coloures of searching for new
all are running behind technologies
further digitizing some religiosity too

where ?..where?..the cry echoed
where i lost my spirit
the chambers of dark walls
cried aloud and wept

a new guru came yesterday
he said that it was in the old trunk
of antique rituals and life style
novelty is not the way of this life
but the real challenge is to delve
to the deeper most end of real essence
it seemed to be rustic
but the real spirit will be there

even the dusts can say a story 
the wind will narrate the tales
sand can paint many portrays
but only a soul can be in search of God


Wednesday, 2 January 2019




The query of worth

The question of worth is relative

age and experiences will read  the meaningful definitions endlessly

what you are today is a result your past carved your boundaries

sometime your silver line of destinies

contented  memories splash your dreams chaotic and more chaotic

humanity loses its ability to withhold for valuable notes 

relationships collapsed in the rocky streets of selfishness

prayers became vain in redundancy

mantras  became some noise

pollution and population alike

decaying symbols, floating in cold waters

wrath warped innocent emotions

weariness published its melancholy

time for another wasteland they cries

echoes fell apart to vanity and vacuum

there i see your tears frozen

but it spark the ruby of your passions
    

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