A Melancholic Music

You are like a music
Which creates melancholic
moods inside my heart …
A melody that lingers, night and day …
I take time to listen to it,
I find myself enchanted;
When nothing seems to ease my restlessness
I listen to you, my music
To walk the long journey of life
Even though it only creates melancholic moods
But you are like that music to me
Loving, healing, heart-touching
Connecting my soul to you
Forever and always ….


Apharwat Peak, Gulmarg

Grey isn’t What I’m Meant to be …

Life is somewhat grey
Just monotony
Lost and lonely …

Don’t you know?

Only when you stay
Life is colorful ….
A hopeful glow
Echoes of brighter joy
Birds sing cheerful songs
Rays of sunshines warm my cheeks
My yellow dyed dreams return …

Now it’s grey
Everywhere …

When will you come?
Without you, I feel grey ….

Don’t you know?
Grey isn’t what I’m meant to be …


I wish …

I wish
I were a bird!
So that I could
Fly to you
Just right now …


Midst the Silence …

Wherever you’ll be, I shall be able to see you

Midst the silence of the valley
As I walk through
I feel
My hurt inside is too loud …

Midst the silence of the valley
As I walk through
I feel
I’ll never ever forget you …

Midst the silence of the valley
As I walk through
I feel
I just don’t want to let you go
But inside I know I must …











The Murmuring Sound – A Painting

It’s leaving my home for a sweetheart friend’s home ….

Nadia asked me why it’s titled as ‘The Murmuring Sound’ …..

I m consciously aware of the flourishing things at this moment of my life rather than many other distractions of day to day life…. The murmuring sound from a faraway land keeps whispering to me that there are some blessings getting my way now …

O God, when I listen to the voices of animals, the sounds of trees, the murmurings of water, the singing of birds, the whistling of the wind, or the boom of thunder, I see in them evidence of Your unity; I feel that You are supreme power, omniscience, supreme knowledge, and supreme justice. I recognize You, O God, in the trials I am going through. May Your pleasure be my pleasure, too. May I be Your joy, the joy that a Father feels for a son. And may I think of You calmly and with determination, even when I find it hard to say I love You.

Paulo Coelho

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Could Never Go Back

Lately I’m Praying

Forgiving carelessly,
For something tender
I surrender.

Lately I’m praying,
To deal gently
And not so harsh
To the ill-natured;
And cheering only,
Forgiving carelessly
For something tender
I surrender.

Lately I m praying
To hear One clearly,
To see and to hold a sight
Within my mortal flesh;
To beloved, to be blessed,
Walking a way right
For something tender
I surrender.

I find His hand in mine
Detached from all the chain,
The gift of freedom,
I feel faithfully
His sacred glory divine.

So lately I m praying
In my private lives
On my mind,
Nobody getting in between,
Despite all the rain
Capturing carelessly;
For something tender
My healing surrender.

Lately I m praying
Without even trying
Finding words not to speak
Too strange to exhibit
I think,
‘Would it be worth while,
To cast away the matter with a smile??’
Lastly, smiling carelessly,
For something tender
I surrender.

I surrender
To give forward,
To let go only,
Thinking of a key
To His calling
Through the unknown
To the beginning, falling;
Though lately I m praying
For something tender,
My healing surrender.

That He pours upon me,
Controlling the flow
Of much natural glow,
To set a crown everlasting!!
Is a salvation, sweet
Quenched in the pure water,
My healing surrender,
A perfect seed released!!
Growing all above
Perfected in grace!!
So lately I m praying,
For something tender
My healing surrender,
I embrace!!