Har mulaakat ka anjaam judaai kyon hain.

I stare at the trail of footsteps that you leave behind on the sand,
And wonder about the fleeting nature of time.

It was just a few moments back that I rushed in to catch the sun in front of my eyes
And now he has taken every vestige of light with it and sunk into oblivion.

Nonetheless, the waves still lash on my feet
And the cool wind blows across my face.

With a smile on my face, I hope to meet you again
And wish that I never run short of such days.

Sparrow on a concrete floor.

Time is like that sparrow on a concrete floor,
It jumps,
It flutters,
You wish that it won't fly away,
But eventually it does.

Fool's Paradise

With every drop that parts from my glass,
a fragment of my mind frees itself from the clutches of reason
and rises on top of my head.

And as the lights grow dimmer and the sounds turn feebler,
I patiently wait for the time when my head becomes light enough to float.

Fool’s paradise you might say, but who has seen the real one?

Unanswered question ?

Listening to the music, I asked myself,
If I would have raised her hand and would have given it a tweak,
Would she twirl around and rest on my shoulder?

Hmmm, some questions are best left unanswered.
For, the answers would rob the mystically dreamy quality of the moment,
And paint it with a drab color of truth.

Boy at Juhu Beach.

He jumps with the advent of every wave
and claps when it retreats.
He smiles blissfully
and utters words that he too doesn’t understand.

From the corner of my eye,
I observe this mirror that transports me to a world bygone.

I wish to jump with joy
But at best, I can only smile.
I wonder what restrains me.
Is it that I have learnt too much?
Or have I forgotten something.