All that glitters.

You put your life's savings to buy gold and diamonds and jewels for some grand ceremony someday. Ahh. If I could show you what real jewels look like. And what it feels like to adorn them. 

And they had been put here for us all.

Wild.

My words
run out of breath
thinking
of the silence of
- yellow afternoons -
spent with you
on pine roads
cutting through a mountain.

That day,
when
our silence
runs out of breath,
WON'T WE?
plant us
- as seeds -
on these pine roads.
Those that grow
Wild.

Essays on love - You rain on me.

बारिश की बूंदों सा तू आज मुझपर बरस फिर रहा है 

धरा को गगन से , मुझे मेरे मन से  दरस कर रहा है। 

तू है कौन जिसने ?

मेरी हर सुबह को 

हरा कर दिया है। 

तू है कौन जिसने 

खाली से मन को 

भरा कर दिया है। 

तू  है कौन जिसने 

मुझी को मुझी  से 

बड़ा कर दिया है। 

तू है कौन जिसने 

इबादत को मेरा 

ख़ुदा कर दिया है... 

ख़ुदा कर दिया है। 

Essays on love.

And one day,
Your hand touched mine.
And everything became
- the beginning -
Like moss.
Like rain.
Like forest.

Of erosions

Because I have stories carved on my skin.
And they have made me what I have been.
                                             - The eyes that found me.

The earth knows you.

"Beware of people with no backbone, 
but never be scared of them. 
When they fall, 
the ground shall hear 
no fracture, no sound, no impact. 
But you, 
when you fall, 
make sure the ground remembers you 
not just for the dent you make there, 
but for having risen up 
every time 
with that straight and iron back."

To be found.

"Lord, everytime l pick myself up, 
I find me more and more 
immersed in you. 
As I keep moving, 
I am filling myself 
with every atom you have created. 
And so I can feel you spinning and dancing in me"

"मौला,तुझमें घुल जाता हूँ,जब-जब उठता हूँ गिर-गिर कर। 

मैं बाहों में तेरे अक्स भरूँ ,ऐसे तू रक्स करे मुझपर। "

When the going gets tough.

Remember, your light ultimately depends on what you are made up of. 
Remember they may try to choke you out of oxygen, extinguish your fire. 
But tell them stars never need oxygen to light the universe. They fuse nuclei to create something new. 

Thats it. Tell them you have always been a star. And look into their eyes and smile like a star.

One day your light will extinguish their darkness.

Gravity.

Passing sunlight says head home. 
I'm bidding farewell for now.
"Are you?" I smile back, 
"MY WORLD TURNS."