With a grain of salt..

With the whites and blacks, let the greys origin.

With the hollows and flat, let the plates merge in.

With the whisper and noise, let the silence say.

With the snow and fog, let the clouds rain.

With the depths and highs, let the plains await.

With the impulse and values, let the wise dominate.

With the myths and evidence, let the imagination abide.

With the intention and action, let the integrity play.

With the truth and false, let the perception embrace.

With the love and hate, let the peace create.

With a grain of salt, let the lives stay.

 

MIT-TE SHABD

Shabdon ke jaal mein khud ko hai baandha

Anjaane mein dheeme dheeme khud ko khud se hai khoya

 

vishwaas, saath, pyaar or bharosa

Kabhi khud ko lapata toh kabhi khud mein kisi aur ko hai paya

 

Ansuni aawaaz cheekh rhi hai

Mere hi shabd ab mujhe bezubaan kar rhe hai

 

Dabi hui si khwaahish aaj marr rhi hai

Khud ki paribhaasha bhi ab mitt rhi hai…