Mirage...

Dear morning,fresh and new,
with all your dazzle and dew,
look here, we are changing!

Yesterday,I met you...
where purple flowers beam 
and thousand rainbows gleam...

with those songs still in eyes
and colours humming in background,
 I agree,we are yet spellbound

but time slips in sand
and though hand in hand we stand,
balancing our steps...

look here,we are changing!




Far away,in the golden desert,
where the bearded monk still lives,
our nostalgic memories flicker... 
and to let an ancient dream recur,
the monk sends stories,
loaded in paper boats...

Sometimes from the secret realm,
those lilac evenings still land
and we run-with a lump in throat
to catch beloved paper boat-

just to stumble over a frozen dream
and to let out a horrid scream!

Too late,oh lord, we reckon,
why those muzzy mirages beckon
and yet chasing a glassy dream
Alas! we are changing.....

G-r-e-e-n!

 "Whatever we say a thing is,it isn't.

Whatever we say is words,and what we want to talk about is generally not words.

Whatever we mean by what we say is not what the thing actually is.

For the thing is always more than what we mean and is never exhausted by our concepts."

  

  How many colours are there in a field of grass,to a crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

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Shauk

Dinme, mittime mile shisheke tukdonme hum surajko chunate rahe

jabbhi raat hui,hum chandani udhar leke unhise ek khwab bunate rahe

kucch armaan jagese the,yun hi aa gaye

kuchh chale gaye the,kucch ruthe the
hum ratbhar shikayte sunate rahe

jabbhi raat aayi hum nasamzonko samzate rahe
din hua pata chala woh hamehi nasamzome ginte rahe

kucch shauk bhi ye ajibse hai,in chamkati ulazanonke
titliya to haath aati nahi, par rang samete aankhone yun,ke aasun rangeen bante rahe...

Souvenir

The darkness is deep,bitterness meaningful

this country is strange,its voices scary

I think I've never been here before

There is cry of a child and roar of a beast

lame innocence clutched in hands of rage

There are pits,craters,labyrinths

all so deep,deep with water

to quench the thirst,catch the moon

beast and child are there soon

This country is strange,its voices scary

I think I've never been here before

Oh,it's bitter-with pain and rage

yet why I think,I know this language...

Ah,don't mind... I'm crazy!!