Beauty not only resides
in sprightly brightness
and flashing colours
Look at this new blossom
of delicate petals
and pale splendour
Any heart that dances
to the rhythm of animated glow
would be enveloped in soft music
and be cheered with unknown warmth
while glancing at this flower of joy
Toss your umbrella away
and walk this way
With the rain, let us sway
We will feel the rain
Before it touches the ground
Be enamoured by its music
Its unending magic
and tap our feet
to its steady beat
We will glow in its beauty
Forget ourselves
and the world for sometime
I still hear the faint music
from old courts when I walk
the streets of old Delhi
I imagine the old elegant palaces,
which have been replaced
by crowded buildings, dusty and unpainted
Debris covers the roads
where royals walked with gentility
The delicious aroma from street bazaars,
a remainder of days when bargaining was an art,
now with curt sellers and hastening customers
The cultural paradise, the land of monuments,
the city which gave birth to new languages,
now relegated to old history textbooks
Where did the lilting music stem from?
The instrument could have only been a guitar
and I could feel the musician pausing,
Repeating the tune, thinking,
Mesmerised by his own music,
Forging ahead with assurance,
His music uninterrupted,
Certainty and confidence now
When he stopped his music,
the reluctance was not his alone
but the listeners
and also the guitar,
which longed to be played again
Your velvety voice –
melts my gloomy thoughts
wakes me from painful nightmares
takes me to a new world
softens my unkind heart
and stops tough words midway
I ask for a meeting
and you say,
‘Some people are meant to heard,
not seen.’
