~Wings~

Dreaming in a world afar,

Of wings broad and wide,

Lifting me to the heavens...

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai!

~Truth~

"God is existence himself..."- That's the Truth...

"Sat Chit Anand"- "सत चित्त आनन्द" - The ultimate truth!

Living in a dream,

Reality hidden from sight-

Only felt!

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai!

~Huh~

Image Credits: Google Images.

A wind whispered past my ears

My ears think they balanced me

What is the climbing man doing there?

Why is he on my helix free?

I hear it again the wind so soft

The climbing man on a grassy tuft

Wasn't he a few moments past

Climbing up my helix fast?

A smile upon my round face,

From eye to eye and up a pace,

My whiskers flutter in the silent wind,

Do you think a cat can sing?

It can smile for sure! Why I'm smiling,

Am I a cat at all? Confusion piling

The wind again like a restless wave

The smell of heaven in a cave!

Is the man on top of the cave?

I wonder within my smiling face!

Why am I smiling if I'm a cat?

I HAVE WHISKERS! Oh God! Flipping hats!

Hats? What hats? It's a windy day

I like my whiskers to flutter away!!

Smiling Again!

Written for dVerse Poets!

The Hidden Dreams!

A little riddle a small rhyme,
Reveals the secret of time.
Behind the kitchen,
In the vintage garden,
Lay the mythical red wine...
It opens a package,
Of a million dreams
In the world of beauty,
In the heart of the Queens!!

This post is inspired by the prompts at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  and is shared!! Cheers!! 

कोई बिरला मिला!!

Sharjah Corniche

साँसों में छुपी ख्वाइश हूँ मै
पलकों पे पली मोहब्बत हूँ मै,
पल पल हर दिन फन्ना हुए ,
टूटे ख्वाबों की गुज़ारिश हूँ मै...

उस दरिया में भी पानी सूख गया,
प्यास बझाने जिसपर चले गए,
जो अपना था वो भी छूट गया,
किसी के दीवाने जो बन गए...

खूबसूरत बहारों में खोये हुए थे,

न अपनी खबर थी न दुनिया का पता,

बस उनकी ही यादों में डूबे रहते थे,

छोटी छोटी बातों को दिल में लिए बैठे थे...

पर वो जीना ही क्या जिसमे हम दीवाने न हो,
एक बार किसी के आशिक ना हों,
फिर तो खुदा भी आएगा खुद आशिक बनने  ,
किसी हसीन पर तुम जो जान दे सको...


खुदा भी फ़कीर ढूँढता है,
मोहब्बत करने वाला कोई बिरला मिलता है,
हसीना नहीं भी मिले तो कोई नहीं,
खुद खुदा तुम्हे चुरा लेता है...

More Longingly Since...

I am a feeling ... one emotion trapped and confined,
By walls huge, strong and well defined...
The reason of the imprisonment is unknown to me,
Either I hurt someone, or am dangerous when free...
Or then again it could be the past and history of others,
Who were brave enough to let me wonder...
And in my prison I awaited for the day when I
Am finally set free to see the world with my eyes...
For many have known to have failed sadly,
The strong, the wise, the foolish, the saintly,
To keep me hidden in towers self made,
Or bind me in chains or kill me with a blade...
But victory is mine for I am a feeling,
One emotion so strong, so appealing...
And known to have won so many battles with the Masters,
I did not think much of the walls or their Creator...
And, much as I expected I saw the leak,
One tiny crack is all that I seek!
I rushed out to take my place in the world,
I looked with my eyes but my vision blurred,
As a stronger Will pushed me back in,
And I have awaited my freedom more longingly since...

Also shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday!!

The Bright Ornate Butterfly...

I stood upon a hill top and my thoughts were still,

A butterfly flew past its bright ornate wings

Caused a slight murmur in the still winter air,

Crushing the silence so melodious to the ear...

And it was then that my thoughts ran wild like a bewildered deer in the vast dry dessert....

I had so far thought I had it all...

A dream fulfilled, not a memory lost!

Expectations lived upto and friends that I prized,

Joys of an explorer, learnings of the wise,

Blessings of a mother and wings to fly,

Riches of a princess and The sparkle in my eye,

All until a bright ornate butterfly fluttered past disturbing the calm of the cloudy winter morning....

For then it so happened that I started to think,

Arousing a hope, a single feeling,

That had laid dead for so long

Somewhere in the corner of my heart,

Something that I just couldn't explain...

I felt a little sad but I mustered my courage

Ready to explore and open the cage,

I still wish I hadn't, I still wish the bright ornate butterfly had never flown past....

And then I thought, and I thought what I was missing,

All in vain because I couldn't think of a thing,

Was it friendship, care, riches of the world,

Or prizes, fame or a consoling word?

Wish to reach the top, or maybe just a hope...

Or be a someone for somebody?

And I still don't know what it would be...

For I thought and I thought, but I couldn't see past the bright ornate butterfly that flew so fast....

And then I dropped my head in frustrated dismay,

And I looked at my feet as a single ray...

A single ray of the sun flooded past,

Cutting the cloudy sky's cast!

And I looked again beneath my feet,

Awed and bewildered shocked to see...

For I stood on a hilltop that glittered like jewels,

And reality hit me hard and fast,

For it was made of shattering glass,

Of shards of brittle crystalline glass!

And the bright ornate butterfly lighted upon my drooping shoulders....

A tear lit the once bright eyes,

And slipped past the chilling cheeks,

And fell upon the cracked hill top,

Struggled awhile to stay close to the feet,

And then it fell away in the chasm...

As I stood still a while and feared the fall...

But it never would have happened if the bright ornate butterfly hadn't flown past....

Also shared with The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday!

Butterfly Fly Away!! (catch your dreams, now you cant stay)

In a short life span of a few weeks (4 to 5 weeks) she flies in the beautiful and enormous skies willingly, freely, unrestricted and spreads a wishful smile on every face she flutters past in her quest to conquer the unending blue...
She halts not for the passionate lover smitten by the unreasonable Love of a beautiful woman,
Nor for the gentle woman whose love is lost...
She does not wait upon an old lady to listen to her sad long story of life,
She stops not for the winds to be kind to her or the clouds to part in the sky...
The Gods in the skies she fears not , nor the eventual fall,
There is not a thing she leans to and moves on and on...
Those tiny wings flutter restlessly for she knows she has a short life,
A short life in which she must do that which she was born to do...
SHE MUST FLY...
Fly to the cold North towards the beautiful bright star way up there,
To the hot south among the colorful gypsies in the deserts,
Unknowingly, uncaringly she colors every garden she passes by,
What she will get at the end is yet unknown to her,
But in her heart deep down she knows she'll get whatever she wants the most,
Whatever she wants the most is yet again unknown to her,
But never was it so clear that what she wanted to do NOW was only SPREAD HER WINGS and FLY AWAY... Ah the freedom, the joy of it, no pain and no loss... Just infinite Bliss!!