Ran to the window shelf, As I see that orange leaf, I waited for days to free, Eyes still outside, While my fingers ran inside, Looking for pocket with cell phone, Dial, Destination, plan? Travel mood on.
Uncomfort lines on bedsheet, Moaning at same old dark, Alike a body resting to rott, With life but unconsciously caught Running between every shuttle, Of flying and hit thoughts.
Thinking of what or where upon to start and narrate of all the pains I tried signalling you for longest of time. You remember the first petrifying wound, I cried via rains for the open cut on my ozone layered skin. I thought, I just thought am strong to gulp all the showers of this wound.
You said, they show, If glimpsed a more, My unfounded state, A place of ' Untouched grave ' I ran off. Before it could show, The glow of this gold mine, To be digged in, In state of mine.
ज़रा सा शक का साया जो घिरा, अपने-पन में अनचाहा तिनका जो गिरा, लोग थिरकने लगे, भटकने लगे अपने वादो से, वो हमारा ही कैसे जो लड़ने लगे बिन सुसझी बातो से |
I know,we human crowd failed at almost every thing in past. But now it feels unbearable. You definitely healed earth, water levels may also be growing as at the end of the day your child, human, cry to sleep for the panic they live in.