The moon from 4500 meters, somewhere deep in the Himalayas
The moon,
she looks so close from here,
maybe heaven is too.
The sun through the Red Sea waters
Deep in the seas,
lies a piece of heaven,
I know.
Maybe like they say, heaven is
where we are
Only, we haven’t a clue.
The gulmohar right outside my window.
A sponge. Absorbs. All the water, and the soap. The grease and the dirt. Wring it out. And again. To make room for more.
pyaar mera non-biodegradable ishq tha par unka recyclable deforested se mann mein unse, khushiyo ki aayi thi biodiversity dheere-dheere bane the hum, ek doosre ki energy alternate wali duniya saari lagne lagi thi, jaise hai wo zero emission carbon footprint hi jaise, ho gaya ho sabka none par kaise ho sakta tha ye sustainable? emotional […]
बरसते बादल दिन में और बरसातों वाली रात हैं सुकून के सिलसिले, जल्द आएंगी सूखी सर्द हवाएं, फिर इक बार अाहों को बहलाने, गर्मी की लू भी ले ही आयेंगी रंगारंग फूलों वाली गालियां जैसे होता है हर बार, ठीक वैसे ही जैसे तुझसे जुदाई का मौसम है बरक़रार सालोसाल।
“Heaven is where we are. Only, we haven’t a clue.” How true! The simplest and most beautiful thought. Thanks for sharing!
The difficult bit is to remember it at all times and live life accordingly. If only.