
Music, herself
Plays mystical tunes
The cosmos sways
To sounds unknown
Our Earth moves
On strings so taut
Each motion a melody
Each step a waltz
In this rhythm
Only a willing soul
Hears the resonance
Of silence within
When in discord

Music, herself
Plays mystical tunes
The cosmos sways
To sounds unknown
Our Earth moves
On strings so taut
Each motion a melody
Each step a waltz
In this rhythm
Only a willing soul
Hears the resonance
Of silence within
When in discord

Let me defy the vagaries of time
Make my own rules, let me define
What it takes to be true to the self
Remake, reimagine, seek, and delve
In just whoever I want to be;
Not what this world decrees!

Pebbles, then ripples
On open waters
Aimless thoughts drift
As a discarded twig;
Cannot sink, forced to swim
On a sleepless eyelid!

When lightning strikes
Mountains disintegrate
Into a million pebbles;
Amidst stone crumbles
And broken boulders
Our miserable souls
Ruminate the futility
Of seeking permanence
In an unsteady world
When a parched Delhi was craving to embrace rain clouds, the evenings were aglow in anticipation. Ramit Mitra of Delhi by Foot (DBF) adventures, shared this photograph of the city skyline with a comment that Delhi evenings are becoming beautiful again. The orange was endearing enough to make me write a verse.

Rain-laden clouds
In a lavish sunset
Scoop up, savor with delight
Scrumptious orange jelly
Soothing, trickling slowly
Into crucible of the night