Destino !

Those silent times, drenched,
Pretending it doesn’t matter.

Silence !
Following after, gulping,
Down with all the emotions.

and was ripped, and morose,
for the days looming close.

Remember, you miffed,
Fate silently tells a tale.

-Yoshi Vats


Crafted unrequitedly!

Summer shine in walks of roads,
As I glance across those panes,
Ink, and paints and hence the muse,
Indulged in fabrication of the art along.

Waved those glassy eyes together,
Or was the glass which dazzled?
Shy and smile masked it all,
Or was that the love, sober?

Smile did cross those innocent coat,
And eyes did greet from the distance,
Ah ! What makes the world crude to him,
  As, love blushed only for the art around.

Love was crafted, one to him and for him,
 Words spilled, some with him and for him,
Fairing his love to him with all my love to him,
I glanced back onto those glassy roads, again.

-Yoshi Vats 

One creed Myth !

Kissed and fallen shine upon me,
In drape of mystery as she stood,
Some in the elegance, and other fragile,
Smile of Eos, Goddess of youth.

Crimsons of pure on the space of East,
Ardor and troth held in thine arms,
Stiff to believe in the silver star guide,
For maddest who choose fallible like me?

Poured down bash, rain among those dip,
With her and me, and our memory,
Like those reflections in the infinite,
Like those plausible dreams you had in life.

To sense the entity, coeval this row,
Where all beauty pause, where all of us meet,
Float upon those dim fields, to illume those road,
In this halted horizon, where lies gospel truth.

-Yoshi Vats

गुरु महत्व !

श्री रामचंद्र, जनौ के बाद माता कौशल्या के पास भिक्षा माँगने जाते हैंI तब माता कौशल्या उन्हे गुरु के महत्व का वर्णन करती हैंI उस संवाद को मैने कविता के रूप में लिखने की कोशिश की हैI

होत जनौ ठार रघुवीरा,
गये माता कौशल्या मॅंगेन भीख,
मुस्काई मा देख अपने लालन को,
कहती यह सब जगत की रीत

प्रथम ज्ञान दियो है माता ने,
बतायो गुरु के महत्व को,
कहती परयो वेद, पुरान या ग्रंथ कोई,
गुरु वाणी है सर्वोतम जो

पूछत जो तुमसे कभी कोई,
मात पिता है तुम्हार कभी कोई,
दियो नाम अपने गुरुजन का,
जो प्रभु भेट कराए हैं सोई

जब गुरुघ्रि जाओ रघुवीरा,
मानत गुरु के हर वचन को,
तब हाथ ज़ोर लेत आशीश वह,
चले एक नयी सृष्टि की ओर

-योशी वत्स

The Scattered road !

Pardon those clouds of dust,
Weaving along the hazed thirst,
Some scattered, and some were torn,
In the nights of the awake road.

Pardon those storm of the quest,
Flipping across thyself, again,
Some in  minds of myth, some but not,
In the words of the lost route.

And also, pardon them and me,
Gushing through, to the end,
Some for senses and other return,
In the hush of the scattered road.

-Yoshi Vats