The way the car went to mechanic frequently was a bit suspicious.

It was a mistri car

The complete cipher

 

Like the tiny signboard

That arrives and vanishes 

In a flash on an express way

People brush past everyone 

In an overflowing throng 

Every small speck we ignore

In itself is stuffed with life

The town of a gritty resolve 

The street that awaits the child lost

In the puffing dust of the speeding lane

That sinks In the glitter of a metro city

Stretching to storm into a swanky mansion

Afar from the dedicated  street light 

Under which the resolve was constructed 

The sparkle blindfolds the eager sight

The signboard becomes invisible 

The life behind the beaten path remains unknown

The cipher is complete and infinity remains hollow

Like a loving shore and an alluring horizon. 

Yamuna nagar

2189

20.38 hrs

18.3.25

The spring pluck

 

Overnight rains have doused softly

The overflowing dazzle of summers

On the tepid shores of callous spring

Moderation, often felt like insensitivity ,

Finds no reason to explain his neutral ways

Deep inside he is both warm and frigid

Which evolves often as a dull spring

But then he has buds and flowers to speak

To the one who waits long enough with hope

Bestowed with bright petals worth the wait

The pluck on the index of nascent affluence

Pulls the roots a little towards the sky

To follow the vanishing dreams that rush

Only to leave behind their traces in a rainbow

When the sun shines after the overnight rains.

Rishikesh

09.04 hrs

2188

11.3.25

The upward drizzle

 

There is a thunder that dazzles

With every heavy downpour 

But only an invisible tip toe 

When heavens are filled 

With the drops from down

Stealthily slip with the upward drizzle 

To pour the agitated vapor within

The glittering treasures of core

Do not emit a flash to echo thunder

They merely dazzle with their soul

When the sun sets the façade ablaze

And when the moon churns tides

Like a sage lost within an infinite self

The inner horizon that recedes perpetually 

The shimmering bed rows the vapor 

Into the realm of upward drizzle. 

Delhi

2187

22.45 hrs

23.2.25

The falling sun on a barren branch

 

The radiant fruit of evening sun

That grows on barren branch

Slithers slowly down the bark

Meandering like a black serpent

Ready to hiss in the dark

And pour his venom in the sky

The thunder that bleeds tonight

Showers dew drops from above

If only I had leaves to garner them

And wrap the falling sun in my foliage .

Dehradun

2186

17.13 hrs

14.1.25

The dusk hues

 

When the growing grey of night

Grates into the pink of the evening

The wind softly blows her breath

To puff up the silvery dreams in sky

An evening star winks at the constant eye

The flock flaps back to the cosy strands

With a saved morsel for the sapling

The drops get annointed for the tide

The myriad hues of dusk softly merge

Into the viscous womb of a tarry night

The larva of another glittering dawn.

Rishikesh

9.1.25

07.43 hrs

2185

The little difference

 

What difference to the vast cosmos

Does a miniscule speck make 

A drop that could have doused the sun

Had it awaited till the dusk 

The load to carry the limb 

That had moved yours sometime 

The entire burden shifts to self alone

After three pairs of shoulders unload 

The debris of emotion and life

You hope the strands dipped in thick pain

Get dripped dry on the canvas of time

The little difference to the world

Could mean the world to us 

Like the speck on the sky

Is just  a planet but  full of life 

From afar the stars twinkle 

And send glitter with their silence .

Rishikesh 

2184

7.1.25

22.21 hrs