04 Sunday Aug 2019
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In all the fullness of day,
there remains a small empty space that
bides its time, seeks a name,
hides its face…
In the womb of night, it closes its eyes and
once again, dreams its pain…
In all the fullness of each day,
there remains an empty space that is alive and well,
thank you!
Seated in the wind and hidden among the clouds, I see stars and sky race through uncounted cycles of time …
The truth is – moments are long, days are short – The moments, long – the days, short – And between …
A corner of the sky glows with a warm golden light as if you playfully splashed colors on the book …
Like a ghost note from an old ghazal that floats in unexpectedly upon the twilight breeze, an early-morning dream …
And this is what this world has for you… A sun and sky, some moon and the sloping shadow of …
She was visiting me after a long time – “Busy with work and stuff”… I understood. Young people tote a …
I have many contemporaries – only I am not my contemporary – I was born one day – a …
Once upon time, the pulse in Kashmir’s body sang ‘One Lalla, one Allah’. Now vaids are tired of trying… now …
Dipping its pen into the inkpots of night and day the earth has written a letter to men. “Scientists, …
And for ages, this has gone on…. Time had the power to wantonly bribe History’s losers, and steal its …
Darkness steals into a dream. Night stakes out a soft heart. More dangerous than any other is the theft of …
A long time ago I had read about the opera, The Greek Passion.* I remember the part when a shepherd …
1 The golden harvest of stars has been stolen – I shook out sheets of clouds only a grey night …
