rain aftereffect...

The cool breeze enters the door,
Touching my soul and something more;
Tough still the clouds, vision seems warming,
With wet scent I smell life coming.

-Tushar

good morning...

The slow moving air;
With her scent and charming flair;
The chirping sunshine, the greyish hills;
The start for me of days' lovely affair...

-Tushar

dream...monnlight...

By looking at the moon far away by mile;
I always get, my friend, this wonderful smile;
Like a distant dream, real yet fragile;
What if I can’t have it?
Just stand in moonlight showers for a while ….
I feel I have some of the dream
Not for daylight, but for silky white peace worthwhile...

-Tushar

तब...अब

उसके एक नज़र के दीदार के लिए
गली में आज भी जाते तो है
तब फूलो के चेहरे थे जिए
अब आंसू समेटे आते है
-कबीर