Sigh

a sigh floated up one day
meandering dreamily it made its way
vaguely redolent of a gentle caress
a vagrant breeze teasing a soft cotton dress
murmuring lightly, so soft so quiet
silk skirts rustling on a cold winter night
the faintest of colours had just the slight trace
of pale pink scarves around a scarlet face
when touched, it was the smoothness that lingers
when soft lace is run between softer fingers

silently it rose higher into the sky
just another moment, unnoticed, passed by

yesterday...

woh bachpan ki yaadein...

DD

Ishaara?

(Excuse the absence of a Hindi font. Hope its decipherable...)

khade the poori tayyari ke saath
arambh ki pratiksha bekarari ke saath
man utsahit, pairon mein udaan ki chaahat
na vyatha ka koi tinka, na tanik bhi ghabrahat

laga humein hazaar manzilen kar rahin thi ishaarein
aseemit, ananth aasman humein hi pukare
aur hum bhi bechen the nikal padne ko
nissandhe, nirbhaya, har rukavat se ladne ko

tha intazaar us ek ishaare ka
jise dekh aage badhthe hum
bandook ki ek daag
jise sun dodh padhthe hum


par kisi ne ishaara hi nahin kiya

aur hum kadhe ke kadhe hi reh gaye.

how penguins count:

one

oops.....