Conversing with my shadow

I mocked at my shadow, "you don't have a face to show!"
He laughed at me and said, "better than wearing a thousand everchanging faces!"
I retorted, "your life is so fleeting,
let's see when the lights fade away!"
He quipped, "hiding from the grinning night while
waiting for the dawn, the story of your life!"
I went acerbic, "tell me, is there any purpose to your life?"
He smiled gently, "day and night your body obstructs this wondrous light,
and still I follow you without putting up a fight.
Doesn't that make me your only true friend?"

(Whether my latest poem (or prose poem, rather!) is good or bad, I feel good!)

Ghalib spoke my mind

"Ham kahaa.N ke daa.Naa the kis hunar me.n yaktaa the
be_sabab huaa 'Ghalib' dushman aasmaa.N apanaa"

Something like .....
Neither was I wise nor in any way unique,
yet, why is the heavens' wrath directed at me?

Thoughts

Thoughts

Don't wait until they take the final shape,
but just let the heart take these wings of words.
Don't let them drop to the floor
to shatter into a million pieces.
Faint smile, pain inside, exquisite joy -
pour them out on paper and be content.
Dear part-time poetry, you haven't abandoned me after all!