the night falls
behind the curtain of the black sky
with a silver coloured bulb called moon
floating weightlessly in the background,
together with the billions of stars
shimmering like the glow-worms.

the clouds fly here and there
with the joy of becoming grey again
leaving behind the dry memories
of summer and sunny days
hoping to become raindrops again
and fall on the soft leaves of earth.

©Dhiman

When I was six,
I didn't tie my shoelaces,
not because I didn't know how to
but because I didn't have shoes back then,
so I wore my father's old shoes
after many years of his death,
ragged from all sides.
Though my little toes
fitted in them just fine
they never gave me the comfort
that I craved from my father's side.
I would walk down the street
on wintery mornings of December
in my father's shoes
while the chilly wind
played hide and seek with my feet.
~~©Dhiman

I thought I was alone
like a young leaf
fallen on the field
nothing to look forward to
waiting for an inevitable end
to come and take me away
into the hopeless land of the unknown
but I was wrong
I didn't look at the other way
the way from which the sun shone
the path that was still there,
calm and bright as usual
but I was afraid,
afraid of the light
that I was craving
so I closed my eyes
took a deep breath
turned back
and moved towards the light

(light)~~©Dhiman

Blustery wind howling, whimpering
Creating the silence of the arctic
Wintery desolation sounds jingling
Breathing coziness, feeling mystic

Hazy sunlight relentlessly shimmering
Idyllic nature soothes the traveler
Zippy morning tremendously lingering
Rhythmic chillness of winter

Life is a miracle.
The day you understand it,
You'll start to live.

---Dhiman

We are all broken
tiny pieces of
jumbled up life,
waiting
to be rediscovered
rejoined
into something
as we embark on our journey
to become whole again
while some of us
are just too jumbled up
to be reassembled...

~~©Dhiman

if I had wings
like the birds
flying in the summer rain
I would have gone
to your city
by the street
where you walk everyday
to your sweet home
and sat there
on the window sill
at the side of your bed
where you sleep at night
like a princess of my dream
I would have caressed your face
and left kisses on your lips and cheek

~~©Dhiman

in my days of teenage
i held you within me
with a silent love
that you didn't feel
and i kept on loving you
day by day
while you never felt it back
my little heart
became filled
with a love so pure
where dreams travelled
all day long
making moons and stars
decorating a house of love
~~©Dhiman

hope is the antidote,
the torch that transforms
darkness into light,
sadness into ecstacy,
it is the window through which
the sun sends its first ray of light,
the womb that gives birth to joy
and nurtures it,
till it blooms into happiness.

©Dhiman

Like a shining star in the black night sky
born to radiate happiness and smile
Like a drop of rain on a deserted mountain
created to spread hope and passion

Like the flowers in a verdant forest flow
Born to shine with all the grace and glow
Like the new morning brings new life
Created to beam with freedom and love

Like the beauty of nature at it's most serene
Born to spread peace and harmony
Like the rays of the sun brings warmth
Created to inspire and motivate

You too are created to inspire and live
With a soul of abundant beauty

Atlantic waves intimately crushing
Washing the rocky shores of marine
Tranquil nature peacefully breathing
Breaking the silence of serene

Gentle breeze magically sparkling
Captivating majestic oceanic image
Pacific beauty musically dancing
Enchanting journey of voyage

I like watching how the rocks
float on the wet and dry grounds
along with the time that passes by
I like watching how they break sometimes
how the cracks on them
become visible
but somehow they survive
days and months and years
even when their cracks open up
raindrops and sunshine
enter into their old broken bodies
they bear the pain and stay silent
for they still find their way to stay
for as long as they wish to stay...

~~©Dhiman

brisk wind provoking
arresting nonchalant scene
life's perplexity

The baby sun,
washed by the sea,
smiling at
the snow filled mountains
less brightly,
than the summer mornings.

 Younger
than the moonlit nights,
it artfully kisses
and embraces
the forehead of 
the sleeping stars.

~~©Dhiman

Here I am
On the rocky shores of life
Climbing and falling
Drowning and breathing
All at once
Not knowing where I belong
Crushes my serenity
Pushes me towards the darkness
With chains binding me from behind
I look behind with a deep breath
Hoping to find the shadow of His light

the woods are lonely like I am here today
lonely within myself without the real me
while the woods have one another
to hold each other in times of need
I have none by my side
not even my own self
the woods never chase sunrays
even when they are lonely in darkness
while I have lost myself
in chasing
all the things that I never wanted...

~~©Dhiman

I stood there
while you walked over the moon
into the darkness of the night.
I called you,
loudly,
then gently
as I watched you get vanished
somewhere into the lap of the unknown.
I glanced at your footmarks,
but soon they left me too
and I remained silent and lonely,
to this day,
I'm standing here,
where you left me
to get lost in my way...

~~©Dhiman

Far away in the distant land
Where songs of lost summer
Still humming over the green valleys
There the old trees cover their arms
Stuffed in white suits of frost
Winter winds there blow them hard
And quietly fill the caves of snow.

~~©Dhiman

Stranger! You walked right by me
When my world wasn't this big
And I wrote my little stories
On the leaves of my father's diary
You showed me life's mysteries
That it holds always something
More than we anticipate
And heartily expect from it.
~~©Dhiman

I thought you were hiding
behind your tears,
the little droplets
that ran down your cheeks
and caressed your lips,
but little did I know
the pain you held
within your chest
telecasted through
your silent cries.

~~©Dhiman

Everything
That you said
And all the things
That I spoke,
Lost in the crowd of
Everything
That was left untold.

~~©Dhiman

The world is building and breaking,
With each breath we take and release, But even in those little moments
Of building and breaking,
There's something more
That stands silently on its feet,
Humbly and artfully,
That is Life,
The most mysterious creation of this universe.

~~©Dhiman