Yours You

 Begins from you

Before the concept 

Itself 

When you want someone

From you

Is you

Walked, thought and saw, felt, smelt

And done with you

Will come from you!!

🌸 Flowers

Flowers

In the vase

Mommy gets them

Every week

A farmer in the grocery market 

Every Weekend

Gives them

It’s a $10 Cheque she pays

I fill it with water

She puts them in it

Full of colors

Flowers from farmer’s fields!!

Him parvat ki tasveer

bhare andhere mein sabhi ke sang chala chand ki roshni mein

 him parvat ki ek jhalak bhar kaid karne 

 raaste kathin the 

 saathi sab apni chaukhat ki aur laut gaye 

 pooranvashi ki raat 

 par dar amavas ke andhere ka samajh aadha raasta bhi tay na kiya aur laut gaye...

 par main chalta raha...

 Prakriti ke bhaavon ko sametne ,

 har rang ko apni potli mein chutki chutki bhar hi sahi 

 par zaroor bharoonga 

 ka irada liye main chalta raha.... 

 Main dikhaoonga Unhe jo kal mere saath chale the par Chaand  ki roshni unhe poori na hui aur ve aadhe ratse se hi laut gaye..

.dikhangoonga ....dikhanoonga unhe apna yeh anmol khajana prakriti ke anmol bhaav aur rango ka ajab afsana!! 

 (Capturing the emotions of aphotographer friend who walked heights to get aclick of the Himalayas at night.The nature added to the scene by making asnowfall during the shoot....!!).....again a spontaneous creation....unedited it appears.....

Cheeti ki kahani

ek din Cheeti ko gajanan ne sunayi ek kahani phir vapas cheeti se poocha "bol ri cheeti is kahani ka nishkarsh bol" cheeti ko kahani yaad na thi.... cheeti boli yaad nahi... gajanan ne uska mazak udaya ...jis jis ko usne yeh kahani sunayisabko khoobi yaad rahi.....par cheeti tu ek choti si kahani apne mein na sama payi.... cheeti mand hi mand muskayi ...khud se hi boli....apni kahani bana rahi thi buddhu....jis din puri hui us din tu meri kahani khud ko aur auron ko sunayega....tab tujh se poonchungi....tujhe meri kahani yaad hai kya?

A walk through

 The warmth in nature 

And the deep lakes 

Mountain shadows 

A walk through a cold, green leaves covered road

Wooden boats rowed 

Heights of strength and wisdom 

Palace of dreams

Closed in your chest 

A hand in the air 

here or there

Come back me up 

There is a tributary we will cross

Step by step, into the water

No traces to be left behind

Keep the flow of walking