To many thoughts and imagination I never bid adieu
They stick around with me like waking up to the drop of a morning dew
The valley in the horizon pained by the sky and the fading sunlight
they hymn of prayers and he water rippling down the mountain sides
creates a mystic notion of being in the changing times
miles I have traveled but somewhere my heart still long
for those memories which never cease to amaze my soul...

There are so many stories I want to still say,
So many thoughts I just want to erase,
So many more memories to collect and recollect
The little contradictions of life in bathe irony of time to state
Why is there is always so much more than I can do
Why is there always an inertia in my action
Today I just do without a  care,
Today I just be without layers,
Let's the masks be just for today....

Memories

When times of past look like a haze
The time not so behind looks like a different era of my lifetime
There are just the capsules of memories which I live by as it were yesterday but everything else looks long gone by....
Like the rains and winters in JNU, the streets of dharmashala
Memories of Chadni chowk holding a hand so warm,
The winter Sundays in the sunkissed streets of daryaganj
The streets and gullis of khan and Lodhi road in the dark
With my heart glowing in love...
My dizzy head in one just by lane of Lodhi looks not to long ago
The empty balcony and the drumming rain drops
The soothing drag of milds after a long day the long conversations
The million laughter the horrors of times all real but trapped away in a capsule in the past...