Naye Dashak ki shuruat thi
Ek hichak mere sath thi
Kuch acha hone wala hai
Ek sapna sach krwana hai
Nayi ye shuruat hai
Thame sab mera hath hai..


Par kuch or hi ghatne wala hai
Saya ek kala ana hai
Na khabar mujhe na duniya ko
Ab sb kuch thamne wala hai...


Tum rok lo Isko hone se
Tum rok lo khud ko khone se..


Parlay ka alam ban gya re
Tufan ghanna ye chaaya re...


Insaan kaide mein band hoga
Panchi khuli hawao mein
Anjana sa dar hoga
Bekhauf khuli in raahon mein...


Prakriti fir naya rang legi
Dukh apne sab har legi
Jo jakham die insano ne
Ab kalam nahi un hatho mein
Prakriti ka lekh nirala hai
Naya khel wo rachne wala hai..!!

Foraging finch, led amiss.
Madescent billows roared, as clouds enshroud
And a sudden cascade coalesced
With a well-timed jet stream
& menacing westerly wind.
It’s a monsoon, pitch and roll!

Months spent sifting unseen white sand.