Aaj phir apne ghar mein,
woh surakshit hai,
Impasse
Shenanigans of the clouds,
Proved to be a boon,
Mended hearts stood no chance,
Against downpour of emotions,
Words pretended nonchalance,
Eyes failed to hide,
Depth of the yearning,
That the hearts held,
As the brain silenltly spectated,
The beautiful conjecture,
Of two souls,
That attempted disunion.
The Chaos Theory
Staring at the crimson glow,
Waiting on the emerald metamorphosis,
Palms palpitated, eyes dilated,
A tense shuffle indicated,
Total anarchy – no more in reins,
Read moreSelf-Caged
you are your cage,
your feathers kissed my palm,
screeching for help,
but the key is in your hands.
CFFC : Topic À la carte – Chicken Soup for the Quarantined Soul
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenges are always an insipiration; either to pick up the camera and head out or to look back into archives. With lockdown making the first option impossible at the moment, here are my entries from old travels for this week’s challenge where we can choose our own topic from the given picture.
Read moreKhayali
Yaadon ke chourahe par,
Aaj mulakat hui unse,
Jinhe dekhkar dhadkane tez hoti hai,
Unke jhalak se ek ajeeb ghabrahat hui phir se.
Naveli
Poorv mein hui utpan,
Janani ka na koi naamo nishan,
Nikal padi woh pankh failaakar,
Apni baahon mein rog aur aahat mein dar lekar.
