A Soul

Eyes cry for vision. 
And ears hear the cry. 
The hand touches the eyes. 
Sensitive and shy 

ears yearn for a murmur. 
Whispers of sweet love 
make lips sing in melody. 
Naive like a dove

Breathing goes with the wind. 
Heartbeats unfold 
Tears roll down slowly. 
Touching my soul

kislaya(c)2012

nature love

the night falls quietly after a day long
wind begins to slowly breath her song
i stand under the sky full of stars
looking  at the earh with deep scars

what have we done to nature
who is as innocent
we have scared our future
with a devastating present

can we throw some seeds in the earth
where it will grow on its own worth
let me pray to the clouds  to bring some rain
as i wish to be a child once again

kislaya.copyright 2011

A poem by Unknown

रात को पता नहीं कोई गिनता है या नहीं

आसमान के तारों को योउ

कि कहीं कोई तारा रह तो नहीं गया आने से

सुबह को पता नहीं कोई कोई 

सुनता  कि नहीं सुनता 

कहीं कोई पंछी रह तो नहीं गया गाने से

 और दोपहर को वन भर पर दौराकर नज़र

 पता नहीं कोई देखता है कि नहीं देखता

 कि पानी सबने पी लिया है कि नहीं

 और शाम को ये कि जिसे जितना दिया गया था

 उतना उसने जी लिया है कि नहीं

This poem questions about the existence of supreme.

Is there any observer and care taker of this world.

How the nature balances with creation and death 

and this balancing act is pure unbiased.

Probably it is the only unbiased element in this world.

 

Mirage

Flying in the air
Or walking on the ground
Shadows too walk
I often find
Sometimes they talk.
And sing too.
But shadows don’t lie.
As we often do

Shadows do fall.

They don’t get hurt.

They, too, get lost.
In a journey of the desert
They hold our hand.
And stay at worst.
I am dead in mirage.

They don’t die of thirst.

                       kisalaya.copyright 2011

conviction

Conviction can lead us to the true path of God. 
Restless emotions seem like shadows of fraud. 

I believe in myself; these are not just words. 
These are those kinds of birds of love, faith, and hope. 

My heart remains full of joy
 as sorrow melts away, and some feelings are better shared than stored. 
Expression finds its own way. 


What more can I ask from life when there is so much to give?

When I truly find myself and believe in life, I live.

kislaya reservoir, 9 march 2011, copyright 

timeless

I traveled a lot.
traveled in time.
My feelings, seen unseen
remain mine.


My splendorous presence
beautifies moments
I need not say...
Love shadows and forgoes
Travel for those
who want to know
and silence for those
who want to sense
kind to those
who often plea
and beyond that.
It's timeless for me.


kislaya.c copyright 2011

endless desires

                                                                                   
                               endless desires..
                                        popping up in my heart
                                        in my mind
                                        some times they do find
                                        a place
                                        secure and sound
                                        some times they are lost.
                                        and some cause wound
                                        like little butterflies in air,
                                        colorful with flair.
                                        i am amazed and surprised
                                        time runs fast
                                        and
                                        desires dont last 

                                               kisalaya: copyright 2011