Tag Archives: spring


Welcome to the dearest, lovely Frühling,
Flowers greeting, ivies curling
Birds tweet the most wonderful song
Fairies are sweetly singing along
Minds thinking glowing beat
Bodies getting desired heat
Trees rustle hymns aloud
Saying good byes to the last cloud
Colours spread mighty wings
Earth hugged with rainbow rings
Smiles, kisses, happiness immense
Hit the gong, let festivities commence

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Miracle of the sun, spring and such
Nothing too great, nothing too much
If I can not feel your presence
Flowers colours fade, greens goes grey
I kneel before you, and beg you to stay
my amazon

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Sunday seclusion

Sun was shining
Trees singing hymns
Blue and white mating
creating, perfecting whims
greens dew slurping
birds whispered chirpings
river oozing, burping
life’s secret gems
day’s beauty missed
seclusion loudly hissed
the morning is gone
you are still all alone
slowly sans realisation
the seed has sown
a beautiful day passed
another Sunday lost
to what could have been
Let reality hard bite
raw imagination light
commencing life fight
to what should be
Could, and would be
Need that nod, agree
let that mind be free
Time is really short
Need that big heart
Past, rum under bridge
Climb optimism ridge
Let Monday be the day
When future has her say
Keep present accomplice
there is lot to accomplish


∞ Infinity

Tears in an ocean of sorrows
dropped leaves on an autumn day

Days to a joyous morrow
Smiles on a sunny bright day

Love expressed by infatuated
Dreams in a child’s sleep

Madness of crowds when poked
Burnt angel wings when a heart weeps

Steps on way to fabled heaven
Long sighs during a short tryst

Lost moments, wasted efforts
and counting infinity’s infinite list

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We met at the train station, it was so good to see her after such a long time. Her beautiful eyes had hints of longing, slight irritation, stories of years passed between us and some satisfaction to see me in good health. She asked her errand boy to give three beautiful marigold flowers to me one by one, he said to me each time in Urdu ‘yay-lo bhaijan’ which meant ‘take this brother’. We instantly laughed hearing that, knowing at least two other ways to interpret ‘yay-lo’. I was home and life was beautiful. My mother gave me a hug and jail time seemed like a distant past.

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