Friday, September 28, 2012

When there is nothing much to say.


My search for solitude
Stops at the threshold of your eyes
The ethereal peace swims there
For a split second I am revived

The search goes beyond
And rests on your lips. 

~*~



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Up in the lonesome mountains there was this shanty tea stall. Rain, fire, old kettle. And two wooden stools...still robust. Rain drops dripping in. And Chai in some cheap paper-cups. :)


काश ऐसा होता के तू
मेरी इन् अँखियो को
पढ़ पाता.

कहने को तो कुछ भी नही है
सिवा दो चार बून्दो के.

तू ढूंड तो ज़रा...
और कुछ भी नही है.

सिर्फ़ तेरे
सिवा तेरे.


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

You & Me


i Dream
of You.
with table-spoons of
Sugar.
A li'l salt
crystalized.
Reflecting on
You & Me.

a li'l tea
and lots of soup.
Simmery
drops of love
Floating on
Diving deep
Spilling around
You & Me.