To write like you!

My friend Salil!
are you disabled ?
Or more able ?
Pictures, videos and views
flood Saliloqy regularly.
and I, envy you
for what you can do.

Because when we write
the experience grows
a great deal more
in richness and texture,
when , once again you visit
the scared space .
The hues and tones
you bring with you ,each time
will cast a shadow
or just make them brighter
what once you wrote
in feeling mode.

How often we remember
what was once recorded.
Precious moments
now forgotten.
And some day
we come back and look
at the old book
and wipe the dust
to bring alive
what seemed dead.

Such is the power
of written text
and Salil my friend,
this ,you do ,rather well.

On a Pensive Note

Too long , I have belonged
To the world of dreams ;
Now people don't matter
In the scheme of things.

Too long others gave,
Part sentiments ;
Now I compliment life,
with imagination.

Too long I have leaned ,
On words for strength;
Now they have become
My best friends .

Haiku

1

Straying fingers
Blowing whispers
Sending shivers
down the neck;
and the back
unsuspecting
taken aback.

2.

Finger tips
Touch and miss
passing static
inbetween.
Unexpected
feeling.

3.

Annoymous feelings
speed unseen.
Becoming messages
on cyber space.
Warm prose
soft verse
in a terse
embrace,
fade
without a trace
somewhere
out there.


4.

Manthan

मंथन


न जाने क्यों ,
जीवन लगता है भंवर,
घूम रहें है बार बार
हम एक ही पथ पर।

जो बातें हैं करते,
और उन के पीछे इरादे,
क्यों लगते हैं अक्सर
बेफिसूल, बेअसर?

है ये चक्राव्यु !
गिरोह मैं जिसकी
कौन हो सकता है कभी
सम्पूर्ण और मुकत !

बस करना है सफ़र,
अपने ही परों पर ,
सहारों से दूर
दर को भूल।

किनी लगती है कठोर
करके ये बातें।
क्यो नही हो सकता मधुर ,
जीवन ! रह कर कमजोर?

Imagine

When I send poems
a part of me is given;
and taken by some one .
And some day
when all of me is given;
will there be heaven?