My Imagination

Sometime My Imagination is a beautiful  lady ,
and thoughts poured in sentences are her body.
The lady dances to my tunes like a puppet ,
and only I how and when to stop it.
Sometimes it becomes a dream unfulfilled... ,
and my fancies know ......in it how different colors
                                     can be filled.
So my thoughts become the different shades of these colors. 
 And lend me charm ,happiness and a feeling of satisfaction
................. to make my dream come true to the perfection                                          

The Window

O my dear! little airy Window,

You are the most charming corner of my room,

from where I can see flowers in full bloom.

sunlight which passes through you...

...............gives my cheeks a rosy hue .

The fresh breeze when touches my face

...fills my imagination with divine grace.

Through you I can see creatures moving around,

And I can hear God's music in nature's lovely sounds. 

You give me a Great view of the beautiful and green pastures;
Thanks for being my door to the happiness through Mother Nature.

जाला

 छुपा कर रखा था मन में कुछ सवालों को ,

 सहेज कर रखा था कुछ उलझे ख्यालों को , 

 लगता है बस थमी सी चल चलती है जिंदगी 

                                                 सालों से  ,

 कयूं मकड़ी सी उलझी लगती है अपने ही 

                                                 जालों में ?

 ये जाल अपने ख्यालों से जो हमने बुना है  ,

 कई सवाल जिनमे खुद को बे वजह ही फंसा रखा है |

 न जाने , कब वो दिवाली आएगी ?

 जब कोई पाक रूह ये जाला हटाएगी....

 अपनी ही कैद में फंसी जब ये जिंदगी , 

 खुले पंछीकी तरह बेख़ौफ़ हवा में गोते लगाएगी |