Srk Khan

_a passage of debonair_

life is a beautiful maze

and every maze has its sides

when you win

you ascend to another level

but when you lose

you lose charm

yet

a passage of debonair

keeps green grass under your feet

a yard of sweet canes

and a blanket of candy clouds over you

which always makes you feel alive

and lets you get lost in the maze

only to lose again

in this sacred enclave, time stands still, and the rhythms of the world fade away, like the gentle lapping of waves against the shore 🌊. the air is thick with the scent of incense and devotion, carrying the whispers of the faithful on the breeze 💫

here, the bricks of faith are the foundation upon which the structure of hope is built, and the dole outs are the gentle reminders of the abundance of the universe 🌈. the heart is filled with gratitude, and the spirit is lifted by the gentle touch of the divine 🙏

_when rain compels night_

a quintessential rain hypnotizes the night

and darkness unshackles its fangs

night gets freedom to roam and dance

all droplets condense on the window

becoming fine wine that the night drinks

until dawn

and forgets all about its torture

by night's demons

oh, yes!

it's a rain that makes one forget

the curses of darkness

_dichotomy of the tree_

a tree that stands stil

but divided in soul

half is green as life

half dry as a grave

one side thrives and plays with sunlight

while the other side hopes for rain

it's a reflection of life's contrasts

between life and death

right and wrong

happiness and sadness

trust and distrust

all these coexist

in the tree of dichotomy

symbolizing life's duality

a reminder that

we too

can thrive and fade

but in our contrasts

_a whimsical day_

a passage of magic

where clouds cuddle

the wind whispering

enchanting songs

sugar crops spread

like a green blanket of sweetness

a whimsical day

where the past takes a halt

the future awaits

and the present plays its role

एक शाम जो ढली नहीं

बारिश जो थमी नहीं

आश जो बुझी नहीं

एक धुंधली सी शाम

बुझती हुई आंच

ये अंधेरे का ज़फ़र है....🖤🌈

_aisle to heaven_

nature crafts its masterpiece

sprinkling sweetness in life

it nurtures lush green grass

shielding us from life's thorns

and paints the sky with cumulus clouds

_fluttering petals_

petals that linger with twigs

cuddled with leaves

fondled by gardeners

each petal holds perfection

yet their tenderness is an affliction

their vulnerability a gateway for the gale

that flutters them away

and each fluttering petal tells

a story of ephemeral beauty

like the beauty of humans

that wanes with senility

and the beauty of hibiscus

_fading embers_

when the sun bids farewell

leaving a tail of glowing light behind

the sky becomes an oven of embers

thus

discerning eyes appreciate its beauty

lovers elope to enjoy quality time

under the fading embers

and the sun finally rests in slumber

but life never stops

it breaks into another day

and the sun wakes up to burn

_a road of hunch_

a serpent-like road

with endless blind ends

can make anyone lost

yet

some find their destination

while others follow their instincts

like a hawker

who gets lost every day

hoping people will find him

to buy his articles

the articles keep him pedaling

on the road of hunch

a road with endless possibilities

it's like a probability game - taking left or right

the hawker's hunch guides him to fulfill his task

a tiresome work that helps

him survive each day

only to hunch again the next day

_ a fading sunset_

a fading sun

a distant light

that gets thinner with each second

getting lost in the mist of evening

drapes behind the veil of darkness

losing its churning glow

yet

_essence that never leaves_

sometimes people rain

like unwanted dreams

they seep too deep into the veins

and when the rain is over

sunlight breaches from crevices of clouds

suddenly

they leave without a goodbye

without a proper note

but their essence that never leaves

it stays forever

sometimes its roots sprout

and bloom like dandelions all over the body

alack

those clouds never return

and those people never rain again

just becoming a distant past

_a longing road that carries hopes_

a longing road that carries hopes

hopes that look out for needy eyes

a need for comfort from this scorching sun

and those hopes carry

threads of comfort in return

hopes get fetched with pennies

those pennies not enough to feed hungry bellies

just to survive another day

these sneaky roads are the hopes

and that bluish horizon is like an umbrella

guarding those toiled skins

hold on to hope and propel further

_zephyr's kiss of deceit_

softly whispers, gentle caress

awakens blooms, in tender dress

dancing petals, scented delight

zephyr's whispers, a treacherous night

promises sweetness, a gentle breeze

then rages, a gale's fierce squeeze

tears the petals, scatters them wide

each one homeless, far from its pride

yet, zephyr waits, patient and cold

for spring's awakening, a tale to be told

a cycle of charm, a kiss of deceit

_a rain of glowing love_

a glass painted by rain

each drop carves its desires

every desire courses through arteries

and arteries are the maze of love

a magnificent play of nature

that compels rain to shower

and drops that are thirsty

run behind each other to accumulate again

ouch!

but the glass is a maze

that lets each drop get lost

in its treacherous alley

and the rain is a lover

that radiates on the surface

willing to get lost in this maze

because it doesn't want to meet each drop

as a thousand lovers

the glass is a playground