The shades of soot, in sight,
In eyes of close, or of foes,
Weaved words veiled or not,
To hide the truth but not. 

Sway and sore the deep of much,
From thy words of verb of each,
And then thee fear the sense of pith,
Till the end, of the arc of sledge.

The shades of blue, insight,
In eyes of mine, and thee soul,
Weaved runes of my fair thoughts,
Of all good deed of the times.

Tale it and tell it, and stay it firm,
From all odds of the shades of soot,
Know thy words of all the troth,
To the long last of all shades.

           -Yoshi Vats   


The Vineyard !

Shines of sun upon those blues,
Like small pearls hanging in yard,
Scattered across, around my sight,
In a vineyard, in a row.

Picking-up each from the winter shine,
Slowly filling up in the barrel,
Some were covered, of the frost,
Some were up, on the climber.

Of all the happy men, around me,
Taste the good of mine chosen,
Drink and dance and merry around,
Of each blues, from each barrel.

Heading my head, towards the row,
Silently I work, on those fruits,
As this winter is not for long,
As my soul, is sure to lost.

-Yoshi Vats


कौन हूँ मैं?

दो माटी के हैं हम  ढोल,
या अपनी कहानी के बोल,
पर रहस्य ते ना खोल,
कौन हूँ मैं?

बूँदों की बरसात में धूल जाओं,
चिंगारी से आग में उभर जाओं,
कुम्हार की बातों में ढल जाओं,
पर फिर भी पूछे मन, कि कौन हूँ मैं?

अस्तित्व क्या जो मेरी है?
पहचान वह जो तुमने मुझे दी है,
गूँथ के इन सभी को सवर जाओं,
और कहूँ की वह हूँ मैं ?

मिला जो मैं खुद से कभी,
जैसे मिले हो भूमि और गगन,
निकली शितिज से जैसी किरण,
बस वही हूँ मैं I

-योशी वत्स


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