रौशनी में बयां कर गयीं माथे की सलवटें

जो राज़ थी बुनती रात भर की परेशाँ करवटें

 

I wanted to appreciate eloquently the art patterns made by glass pieces but mosaic baat na nikli

The pre mortem

 

The spell has to go  on..

Either through wand

Or as a folk lore

The charm of life never fades

Like an oversqueezed wick

Ignited to every drip

The cracking flicker every moment

That brightens the world around

And dazzles in the process

The rubicund sun that dips

In the inviting arms of terminus

Much with the blush it had dawned

The bubble that bursts on shore

Without a regret of time

For every moment has been the last

And it has shone the best every instant

Reflecting the sky and the sun

In its little vibgyor perpetually

While the world awaits the shiny rain

To see the rainbow swing from heavens

The bubble softly bursts and ceases to be

The life has been so full throughout

That it cannot die ever

Like a bunch of dangling flora

That adds a bud every often

The vase of branch is fresh and full.

 

Delhi

22.17 hrs

2137

10.4.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last ripple

 

The mist sprays over the falling drops

Like the tears wrap incessant thoughts

A thud ! Followed by a skyward leap

The decanted drops of a livid mind

Meandering through pruned shrubs

The lush green tea plantations

Interspersed amidst wild woods

Like sober children in a mad throng

Delicately crafted amidst rampant randomness

The breeze blows to tell many a tale

Of lost kingdoms in the bright hills

Beyond the horizon of infinite skies

While the songs that are woven in the dusk

Stretch to the dumb wild through their echo

Like the last ripple of the tumultuous day.

 

Delhi

22.20hrs

2136

9.4.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hues in the dark

 

 

The stripes that drape upon

Blades of grass in the woods

Bear a testimony to the similarity

The feline stripes have to them

And to those that are preyed upon

Once the dark wraps them all

In the strings of his webbed palms

The trapped world wallops back

And takes a night long to crawl out

Into the wide arms of yawning dawn

When the stars fold back into shine

And fire flies ignite the dormant sun

The  twinkle is lost to  blazing dazzle

Then the true colors are evidently obvious

The camouflage of the intent

Is the darkness of our mind .

 

Delhi

2135

8.4.24

22.40 hrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The survival of dead

 

The shadows draw the body

Beckon them to follow

Within defined outlines

The vessel rocks in the ripples

The residue of conjured up tides

Like a moonlit dawn of time

For the wick glows brighter

Often than the splinter

That ignites the first spark

Now it gasps on the ground

Amidst the trampling smother

As the eyes are glued to torch

That fills the darkened lines

Where every shadow has a body

The last chance the dead have

To meet those of their type

For the survivors often spend life

To save those that have demised.

Delhi

2134

22.54 hrs

7.4.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Active voice : Parag and Nancy are planning their wedding .

Passive voice : wedding is being planned by Parag Nancy