the sun

•April 26, 2019 • Leave a Comment

the rays shine
with glory
you are a wonder
you are power

in this cold, dark universe
where no one lives
where nothing grows
and silence reigns

what came first
light or darkness?
or are they the same thing
in two garbs
two hands
juggling life
between each other

life and death
death and life
billions of years
millions of species
thousands of generations of men
all find their space
in my heart

and the sun
and the dark universe
find a space
in my heart

i too, am this flux
in life now
in death tomorrow
i beat
in another’s heart





inshallah, kashmir

•April 26, 2019 • Leave a Comment

in your beautiful valleys
in your sacred, pristine lakes
in your vast mountains
in your grey, beautiful eyes
in your fair, beautiful faces

there are stories
of old men of wisdom
who lived with only love
for you, and me, and all of us

there are stories
of revolutionaries
who took up the gun
to bring you freedom, azadi

there are stories
of wives and children
half-widows and half-orphans
who wait for their beloveds to return
having disappeared
in the dark dungeons
of a mighty power

there are stories
of days
when whole cities burnt
when the valleys echoed
with sounds of terror

and there are other stories
yet to be lived
they live in the hearts
of the young and the restless

they tell us
that one day
your pain will be heard
one day, the beloveds will return
one day, there will be no guns
one day, you will not be my enemy
and i, not yours
one day, there will be only love
you, and me, and our love

inshallah, kashmir







infinity and you

•April 24, 2019 • Leave a Comment

that day
when you sat across me
pouring out your heart
when your inhibitions and fears
when all that you hide away
from yourself and the world
when your sorrows
your hopes
strange and child-like
made themselves visible
infinity poured into the room
through you

it met with infinity in me
wringing me away
from petty concerns
to meet you
and what is behind you

it met with infinity in the room
giving life to dead things
giving heart to stone walls
giving order to scatter
a beam of light in a dull, drab world
a blessing for the earth

we lived in the soup of infinity
yet distinct
yet one
and the whole of existence
the vast universe
made sense



the universe pours into us

•April 23, 2019 • Leave a Comment

in the centre of this body
is the heart
in the centre of the heart
is the soul
in the centre of the soul
are the stars

when the day rises
and the sun shines
and the world awakens
the universe pours into the soul
stretching it far and wide
to hold
its immutable light
its unending energy

when the night falls
the soul collects itself
and flies out
and expands
into the vast, silent universe
to reach its farthest stars
to burn in its brightest fires

the fire of the day
the waters of the night
the power of action
the pull of contemplation
the joy of giving
the depth of receiving
they are
the rhythms of the soul
the rhythms of the universe



new life

•April 10, 2019 • Leave a Comment

you and i
i and you
life has just begun
and we stare at the dark sky
we look into the future
into a life of zest
into life, totally alive

we are life
life itself
breaking into the world
as it crumbles
and waits for us
to shatter the old
to make the new

together, in this aching world
we shall live, love
create, flourish
tear old bonds
and bring alive
what awaits
to be born

when life in us
meets life in the world
like generations past
we will drown in its sorrows
burn in its anguish
but the sorrow, the anguish
will only expand our fire
and radiate our light

not as second hand persons
but as fresh waves
in the vast ocean of time
not as cogs in the wheel
but as new sparks
in a flame old as eternity
we will walk
into the theatre of the world

and the universe
will be our witness







many worlds

•March 24, 2019 • 2 Comments

from the world of silence
comes the world of time
from the world of time
comes the world of light
from the world of light
comes the world of feelings
from the world of feelings
comes the world of thought
from the world of thought
comes the world of things

in the world of things
is the world of silence
and in the world of silence
the world of things

we see things devoid of silence
we see silence devoid of things
we forget
who we are
and roam the universe
seeking that
which shall help us remember






•March 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

the world
it pulls you
to stretch yourself
to reach somewhere
to move
to not be
who you are

to that world
there comes
a call from elsewhere

when the soul glows
and the compunctions of the world
fall apart
scattering in little pieces
that glow of the soul
is azadi

more free than mere freedom
more still than mere stillness
more silent than silence
a passion cries out
the lustre and shimmer
of life itself
unadorned, yet alive













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