Manzil abhi door hai....

Manzil ki talaash mein chalte to hain...
Sapno ki udaan bharte to hain...
Aarzoo bhi bahut hain magar....
Koi aas bandhati to nahin...

Bas aankhoon mein zara namee si hai...
Dil mein kuch kamee si hai...
Sapno ki dastak ki aahat to hai...
Mann mein ek aas dabee si hai...

Lamha der lamha simat ta sa hai..
Ye waqt behisaab guzarta sa hai...
Chale aye hain badi door se yahaan...
Par ab har kadam thithakta sa hai...

The Power Within......

Flower is beautiful..
But for itself..
Trees are lush...
But for themselves...
Sun shines for the cosmos..
..but its burning inside...
The Earth..so strong for lives...
..but melts deep within...
Can't you see a purpose in it ?
Shake yourself..
Think clearly...
..is it  late ..or yet so early..
...to realise the Power within....
to burn inside ..to melt within...
...Be one with the sun..
..Be one with the moon...
...Be one with the earth..and very soon...
You realise...
        ....  The Power Within..!!

Colours of life...

The picturesque scene of the setting sun..
Struck my eyes..
As I looked out...filled with surprise..
The silhouette of the cloud,
like a huge mountain...
The silver lining , made it breathtaking for certain...
The sky is a canvas...
the clouds splattered like the blobs of rainbow paint.
Who can be the painter...?
Not the inventor of the human art...
..but the creator of the human heart...!

Our happiness too,
..is smeared on the canvas of life..
A painting of each moment..
..today & tomorrow...
rich hues of  love and joy..

Who knows that one day..
All the colours of life...will fade..
Leaving the canvas...white ..stark white..
Breathtaking like moonlight..
..On a still limpid lake ...
..By a single stroke of fate ....!!

Why Life ...?

Life, it seems... has some purpose..
Then why many... vanish into oblivion..?
No difference they make ..to the living or to the dead ;
Leaving no trail behind, no road ahead.

Life, it seems.. is so bountious..
Then why many souls..starve to death ..
Starved of love... starved of faith ..?

Life, it seems is a beautiful gift..
Then why many souls..are not worthy of it ?

Life , it seems..is a secret...
Unfolding with time...line by line...
starkness of truth..
Staring down upon us,
How many souls, relish the meaning..
Life seems to hold , without concealing..
"Life".. they say," is living the present."
'Living', they say, where existence is threatened...
When life pays is debt...to the visitor called..Death !