Limitless

Not much separates you and me, A thin curtain flowing in between, Fighting for long we have been.   I see your silhouette, Acing the misleading, “I’m fine”, Hiding your bruises in shouts of mine.   At midnight, you see my shadow, While wiping the cold sweat off your brow, As I express the pain, on behalf of you.   I follow you in your darkest dreams, While you hide my gifts, the dark circles, Artfully with your concealing creams.   As the sun rises, In my arms, you push your worries, As you go about enjoying life’s cherries.   Once again, I recede behind the flowing curtain, Accepting that my suffocation is certain, Until the next midnight when I find you alone.   You want to banish me with a pill, But return I will, Until you become civil.   Civil with your troubles, Till you don’t hide me in the shambles Of your mind while you play life’s next gambles.    

Footprints Has anyone seen, Little footprints so keen, On the sandy shore, Where the wind blows galore. Inquisitive footprints that freely ambled, Near the lowly hut that was in shambles, Running along the shoreline, A pair of which were mine. Mine, or were they figments? Of imagination’s colorful pigments, Washed away by the waves that rushed, Memories, that got shushed. Shushed, but now awaking, Is that a cuckoo singing? I swear there is no change, In its melodious vocal range. Change I do observe, In the memories I now conserve, Gone are the happy footprints, Replaced by ambitious newspaper prints.     Prints bearing the works, Of those dining with fine forks, And silver-plated knives, While the ordinary crowd like bee hives. Hives of confines, Social and mental fake “I’m fine's", Strangling of fictional aspirations, By the grim factual realizations. How will justice reach the strangled? R...

जीवन का सार। जिसकी कर रहे हो तलाश, जिसके लिए कह रहे हो "कि काश", वह है तुम्हारे पास, तुम्हारी रूह सबसे ख़ास। रूह है एक रेशमी धागा, जिसे ढूंढने हर कोई भागा, जिसका पता है अनजान, बसेरा है उसका जान। जान तो है ज्ञान का महासागर, नहीं है यह अहंकार की मिथ्या गागर, जहाँ रूह की निर्मल नदी मेंं द्वेष का पंक नहीं, सारा संसार है वही। यही है जीवन का सार, क्षीरसागर को करो पार, पापों को दो हार, यही है निर्मल, निश्छलता का अंतिम पुरस्कार।