the shenandoah crossing

at the shenandoah ...
i saw a fleet of birds on their way home;
of the lot there was one that was slow ...
always trying to catch up;
n one real fast ... the leader ...
leading the way ...

to my amazement ... the fleet flew with immense grace !!
it still carved patterns in the sky ...
it still demanded a second look ...

of the fleet ... is the story of each person ... each day ...
its not about who leads or follows ...
but the ones who fly as they are ... as they will be ...
smiling ... chirping ... enjoying the evening sun ...

of each day ... of each flight ...
of each sway ... of each night ...
the story sung by all .. heard by few ...
its is in the chirping n smiling that eternity could pass by ...
an eternity that would still seem like all but a day !!


humming aloud

mujhe tumne kaise badal diya ... hairaan hoon main is baat par
mera dil dhadakta hai aaj-kal ... teri shokh nazaron se pooch-kar
meri jaan kabhi mere bas mein thi ... ab zindagi tere haath hai
kabhi raat din hum door the ... din raat ka ab saath hai
woh bhi ihtefaak ki baat thi ... yeh bhi itefaak ki baat hai