Symphony of Swallows

It was evening. The sun was low on the horizon, the sky tinged with gold and pink. Suddenly my eyes caught a movement in the skies. There were a few swallows swooping around, gliding, darting, playing. A few more joined them, and a few more, till they all painted the skies in silent symphony of a thousand choreographed songs - broad brush strokes of tiny dancing dots. I stood and danced to this chorus.

Winter

 शर्द के धुंधले दीनो में 

धुन्धले से ख्वाब 

बीते दिनों से झलके  

कुछ ठंडी सी आग 

चादरों में लिपेटे 
कुछ नर्म-गर्म यादें 

नझरों की दूरियां 
और भूले हुए वादे 

ख़ामोश स्वरों से गूँजे 
अतीत के कुछ राग 

तारों कि चिंगारियां 
और यही उम्र भर की रात