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A soothing calm within the unstable me
out of the blue, a bit of elasticity she!
Glittering dreams so far to catch,
in the definite touch of her uncertainty.
Rules, laws, customs, moralities
expanding distance, suppressing dreams!
On one end raising envy,
aloof on another, is it steaming jealousy?
Sides have changed from her to me
lost she was then, now it is me!
Wishes and dreams, they played their part
Elevated so high, now sluggishly tearing apart.
The invisible bond, wish it was a lie,
wishes of an eternal romance, wishes strife!
It’s me the weird, it’s me the hated
but for her I am the special, yet scathed.
Moments of torments with a choked epiphany
of unspoken staring exchanges
of an unknown hope
of untoward expectations.
Infallible feeling of your sweet breath
a baffled melody that poked my heart
emotions spun like a poets renditions
of mysteriously passionate inhibitions.
Such intoxicating eyes
just to be in love with them;
A soulful wait I am in
like a wanderer waiting, for the destination.
Scattered I am as ever
for this wait is unending
the story of you and me
soaked up in a rattled destiny.
or would it be…a choked epiphany!
Scared he was
of few moments of disbelief
’cause it looked so real
fears that he didn’t want to dwell.
In her arms, ’twas a peaceful doze
’twas a different world
but that she vanished
was she there left him puzzled.
An old blind man finding his way
through a dispersed crowd,
a tall man who helped the blind man
on his shoulders happily sat the blind man.
A silent toddler, he was also there
walking in the crowd
the toddler in a flash
was right next to his face.
Is he the messenger, the silent toddler?
Is it that he has someone to take?
Was is reality? Was it fake?
’twas a decision to make.
Oh! he didn’t want to be taken
He felt he was separate
That’s when he rebelled, screamed and yelled
“No! Not now! Not now yet!”
He slept within a dream
yes, ’twas with her!
And then came the toddler, silent and closer
yes, he was scared of this dream.
Every dream has a message
“Wake up, you got things to do”
yes, that’s the toddlers message
“Shred you fears, find what you go to do!”
इक आधा अधूरा सा, भूला भटका सा, इक खोया अंजाना सा,
इक खाई जिस्से कटना था, उसीसे थोड़ा लगाव हो गया|
चल यार भीड़ में हमे भी खो जाने दे,
ये कुछ नहीं बस हल्का सा एक Emotional Atyachaar है|
लगता है ऐसे कि हम बस ऐसे ही रह गये,
आर पार नज़र भी साफ हमे आते आते रह गये।
लेकिन हमे महसूस हुआ अब, काँच की वो दीवार थी,
हम बस कुरेदते रह गये, ऐसी वो दीवार थी।
हम भूले से ना रहे, ऐसी कोई स्वार्थ नहीं,
तूने हमे तो भुला दिया, कोशिश करने दे, अब है हमारी बारी।
चल यार भीड़ में हमे भी खो जाने दे,
ये कुछ नहीं बस हल्का सा एक Emotional Atyachaar है|
Perceptions of flickering thoughts,
wandering act watched through the blinds!
Where is this coming from?
Unknown it remains, is it right or is it wrong?
Colorful thoughts flooding afew
scent of some desire,
like the night flowering jasmine,
dew tucked petals white and clean!
सुर्खियों में हमें मत डालो, सुर्खियों से डर लगता है
बस रेत में बारिश के बूंदों की तरह हमको पिघल जाने दो|
कोलाहल के बीच धँसा जो अमन है,
एक टुकड़ा छोटा सा उसका हमें दे दो|
घने अंधेरे के चादर में चमकता जैसे जुगनू है,
उसके चमक का एक हिस्सा तो थोड़ा हमें दे दो|
कोई कुछ भी करे, कोई कुछ भी कहें,
जाए भाड़ में दुनिया,
भाड़ में जाए दुनिया वालें,
अब तक ये सिर्फ तेरी विचार धारा थी|
अब कभी हमसे भी टकरा के देखना
हमें अब तेरी क्या, किसी और की भी परवाह नहीं|
एक बेअसर शून्य बना रहू,
ये हमें मंज़ूर नहीं|
ऐसे तेज़ निकल जाना है,
कभी तुम हमें देखो,
तो आँखें मसलते रहना,
क्यूंकी तुम्हें भी हम पर विश्वास नहीं|
We are mountains,
we are mountains of our own conduct,
in pursuit of our own rampant,
self restrained time of detesting upstart.
Words running through all along,
a paint that colored but not so strong,
they will play their untoward plot,
yet music it was sweet at some spot.
Mortals we, all seek a share of the sun,
but its the mountains in us masking the sun,
its the mountains in us burnt and toppled on our own,
perished and crushed us of what we had sown.
Witness to a gloomy vast,
the scepter of mortals in us
must have contemplated manifold!
At the slightest pretext
of a melancholy gloom,
oft an unseen fateful doom!
How an assorted embellishment
of vigor loses its sheen;
of a melancholy gloom so unseen.
There as she leaves,
a string of memories holds us back;
we will meet again, uncertain when!
Yes there is a void created within.
A bonding of love,
a bonding of care,
a bonding long cherished,
as therein lies, how much all loved her back.
The right kind of sinner released the goodness in me, all I see is again a withering me
Lines to say 