the dewdrops on the blades of grass in my garden are nothing but tears of the languishing night....

" sometimes you lose more in a minute than you could ever lose in a lifetime...... "

journey....

i watch my city run past me....


i know i am moving forward....


and yet i know deep within me,


i am leaving myself far behind.......

boredom

the sun rises
the sun sets
a new sunlight cradles
in the dark silent womb of the night.

days pass by....


the moon waxes
the moon wanes
a pattern observed through window panes
two fortnights is all it takes.

months pass by...


summer burns
monsoon bleeds
winter crystallizes in its own frigid self
each season gives birth to another.


and years pass by...

often, life stops to take a few breaths

to escape the suffocation of a thousand deaths...

क्या मिसाल दू मैं तुम्हे उस तूफ़ान की ,

जिसके नाम से ही बस मेरा सारा गाव बिखर जाता है.....

the river of life

The river of life seeks the ocean again
Life is but a matrix of loss and gain

Few moments of joy few moments of pain
Just like day then night then sunrise again

One knows not really how much one has lived
How much he has enjoyed how much grieved

But where the river meets the oceans shore
A question is asked of its days of yore

It matters not how long you have lived
What matters is the manner you have lived

What actually counts when it all ends
Is how true you have been to your friends

Love for truth and truthful love is what ultimately matters
When the river pours itself in the ocean's waters