A Hanging Bridge
It was a dream or may be a reality,
A hanging bridge and the truth on it.
Raised high above the ground’s forehead,
Between heaven’s perfection and hells’ depths.
And we as travelers with luggage on our back.
We cross from one ridge to the other bank,
Indifferent to each other as if we aren’t there at all
Forgetting that we are human with a power of love.
My Soul
My soul flows along with me
Imperceptibly, yet so intimate
It is consigned to my heart
Travels with me in the oceans of life
Saves me when I am about to drown
In thoughtlessness
She summons me up with a peaceful voice
And helps me in climbing to the height
When I feel so tired
My unknown intimate soul
Solaces me when I cry
When my last hope is about to die
It stand between me and my despair
Like twilight as is stands
Between night and day.
A Ballad Of Tears
The night has again fallen,
The clock has struck midnight,
From the underground rises,
the time of peace and silence.
Some are swathed in blissful sleep
with its whole grace.
Others with sweat upon forehead,
They earn money for the bread,
To satisfy pangs of the belly;
And I am half-huddled
in glow of the night lamp,
Pen and paper in my hand
Wait for a sign of approval,
And in the sounds of unrest,
Tears pour out of the heart,
Flooding down onto a blank page with a ballad.
A Fragile Being
I hover over noiselessly,
On the fate’s eyelashes,
Though I’m a fragile being
In the cosmos,
Yet I traverse the stellar artery
Of ups and downs,
Push my own frontiers,
Rub myself against the firmament
Of divine bounty,
Sip nectar from a cup of his liberality.
As far As
The more your crystal tears fall
On the panes of my windows,
The more fruitful soil of my soul becomes,
Your are my beginning, you are my end,
Life and death,
Inseparable as water from the shore,
We are entwined like the roots of close trees,
Our gains and losses are common,
We are made to live perpetually here and then there,
As far as time stretches
And cosmos extends.
