Full Circle

Be it arrogance of youth,
Or the stubborness of age,
Life comes a full circle,
One way or another ...

One is full of young desires,
The other ; broken dreams lost,

One starry eyed, promises unknown,
The other tired of the dust of yesterday,

One is sure of a fresh beginning,
The other sure of errors made,

One is full of questions unanswered,
The other complete in reasons understood,

One finding their way stumbling along,
The other looking back at their journey,

And yet one way or other,
They come a full circle,
Youth wise by the lessons perceived,
Age filled with hope for tomorrow still ...

Not Here ...

Restlessness abound,
Not in sight one sound,
The silence is deafening,
In the alien noise sickening,
Somehow I don't belong,
In the land in which I was born,
My place is in my world,
The one I unfurled,
Life is so uncertain,
No answer many a question,

Days and nights,
Miles apart,
With what futures,
We depart ...

Sand ...

The wind blowing through
Hair flying with hazy footprints
The sand oozes through the fingers
Leaving behind nothing
A sensation though
Like a lingering touch
A loved one now far away
A smile remembered fondly
Thoughts of times gone by
Washing away with the unruly waves
Leaving behind nothing ...
But the promise of tomorrow
And another sunrise
More sand, more waves
And more memories to be made ...

Mere Sathi

Zindagi me uthal puthal toh lagi rehti hain,
Har mod par gum ke badal toh ghire rehte hain,
Sath tera har safar ko aasaan banaaye,
Teri muskurahat har tufaan me kinara dikhaaye ...