Essays on travel - Breathing.

मौला इतना  बतला दे तू , क्यों बिसमिल -बिसमिल फिरता हूँ ?

है कौन मुसलसल सा मुझमें , जिसे रोज़ तलाश मै करता हूँ  ?

मुझको मुझसे यूँ रिहा कर दे ,

मै मिल जाऊँ जो फ़िर मुझमें। 

तू उतना ही मेरा भी है ,

मै जितना रहता हूँ तुझमें। 

ps: मुसलसल = continuous, linked in a series.
Picture clicket at Fatehpur sikri, Agra, India

To everything unknown.

What have you been looking for?

- all this long -

- all along -

And stories connect. And songs collide.

We all need those words and silence

to walk with us, just beside.

- in our journeys long -
- all along -

I believe you will 'find' me there.

between fear and love.

between right and wrong.
- all along -

I have been walking 
in this everything unknown,

with my music, with my song.
- all along -

photograph- Clicked by me @ train journey

The belief of the child...

Do you exist?
I know you do.
Do you love me?
I know you do.

Come, lets shake hands.
Let our joys dance together. 
Let our tears float in that eternal dance.
Let our dreams merge.
So what if we can not.
photograph borrowed from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/491525746807854529/

FAITH.

I know.
'THEY' might not be indited
in these lines of fate
in my hands.
But My Faith in 'THEM'
and in YOU,
Shall make 'THEM' happen.

And till then,
I'll go on this way.
On this tough road.
With my Faith in You preserved.

And I know I'll win.
You'll not let me lose..

Will You???