choti batein kahi bhi na jaye
sahi bhi na jaye
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Snowfall
It has snowed all day today and there is nobody on the street, all things have settled to a natural quiet.
The trees and the houses are layered with snow
The roads are slushy, and the cars are slow
The lamps still burn in the white night, and the creek still flows
Falling flakes are seen in the lamp light
and the silence of the night grows
The trees and the houses are layered with snow
The roads are slushy, and the cars are slow
The lamps still burn in the white night, and the creek still flows
Falling flakes are seen in the lamp light
and the silence of the night grows
Today
the train splashed snow
and two pairs of eyes
saw it come and go
came from nowhere
to nowhere did it go
today
the train splashed snow
and two pairs of eyes
saw it come and go
came from nowhere
to nowhere did it go
today
the train splashed snow
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
From The Ancient Mariner
I have come upon this poem once again, the last time I read it fully was probably never. I haven't read it fully today either. Here we go with an excerpt:
And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.
And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.
Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest !
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small ;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone : and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn :
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
That Night
I sat on this cliff in front of a thundering ocean, waves lapping up the vast shore. It was a foggy night and you couldn't see far, but you could hear the waves coming. There would be a huge rumble, and you would see the sea of white flowing out from the fog, floating towards the shore. It was beautiful and frightening at the same time. You couldn't see anything, but you knew there was this vast body of water in front of you, the water was cold and endless. Many a seafarers had taken a ride in such waters, some had perished, some had lived. Though you were sitting in the security of the shore, yet, you felt there was a mystic might in front of you, and it raised your heartbeat.
I would switch back and forth, between admiring the waves, to listening to their rumble, to thinking of ones that occupy my mind. I called a couple of people I could that night, so they could listen to the waters. At one point in time, I took my shoes and socks of to feel the earth, closed my eyes and listened. The earth felt soothing, chilly. Then watched the waters again.
I sat there for another while and walked backed to find my landmark of the two palm trees, where I had parked my car. A few foot steps and you couldn't hear anything anymore, the sea was away, the moment was gone, the heartbeat was normal.
I would switch back and forth, between admiring the waves, to listening to their rumble, to thinking of ones that occupy my mind. I called a couple of people I could that night, so they could listen to the waters. At one point in time, I took my shoes and socks of to feel the earth, closed my eyes and listened. The earth felt soothing, chilly. Then watched the waters again.
I sat there for another while and walked backed to find my landmark of the two palm trees, where I had parked my car. A few foot steps and you couldn't hear anything anymore, the sea was away, the moment was gone, the heartbeat was normal.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunset at the Ocean
Today, I took a sunset drive and walk on the beach. The waves came one by one, rushing, roaring, and it was a wonderful thing to walk on the sand. The waters spread end to end, vast, endless. There were a lot of gulls on the beach, probably feeding on stuff brought by the waves. A surfer boarded in the waves.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
बेजुबान
क्या कहूँ की जबान थम गई है
दर्द-ऐ-दिल की हालत बयां करने की हिम्मत नही है
जिन पैरों से हम आज शिखर पहुंचे
उनके साथ चल रहे कोई कदम नही हैं
(playing with words)
दर्द-ऐ-दिल की हालत बयां करने की हिम्मत नही है
जिन पैरों से हम आज शिखर पहुंचे
उनके साथ चल रहे कोई कदम नही हैं
(playing with words)
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
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