Monday, February 12, 2007

ek

ek bhor
ek makaam
ek disha
ek anjaam
ek saathi
ek paheli
ek sapna
ek bharam

ek kaafir
ek fakeer
ek bandish
ek mukti
ek shoonya
ek anant
ek anek
ek akela

ek main
ek viraam.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

sunset?

we run
through the meadows
of a lazy time
silly childish laughter
fills the air
with a smell of freedom
and a sense of the infinite

like rain drops
we fall
crystal clear
washing clean the slate
to doodle new worlds again

waiting for the Sun to set
in the quiet where
echoes of a distant past
rhyme with the melodies of the future
but my friend,
the Sun never really sets.