The bud was flying,full of desires,of becoming a flower. The joy of growing,revealed everywhere,to the the sun, the airand the changing weather. Some bees helped out,and petals got open.It was … Continue reading A bud plucked by nature lover
The pond, the lake,and the little lotus,Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving. these stories are real,like us, but, they never share us, like we never share ours. … Continue reading Everyone has a story, some untold, some are weaving.
On the sore of a river,
beside the ponderous forest,
from the burning dry woods,
they were born.
Right there,on the wall of lost time,sitting is a clock. Looking through the eyes of time,everything and everywhere. There isn’t solace,but a sadness that keeps getting deeper with time. If … Continue reading The clock on the lost wall
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Read the full poem ‘The Drops of fog’ here.
These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, … Continue reading The beauty of Life
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools … Continue reading The drops of fog
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And … Continue reading A Life with Lenity
आग है, इक आग है,
जो दर्द की हुँकार है,
जलते जहाँ ग़म थे कभी,
अब जल रहें इंसान है ।।