Belonging

Concept of belonging
is an illusion.
I do not belong to anyone;
Nobody belongs to me,
its just a sense
everyone love to feel,
an essence of soul that makes we
from you and me.

Endless Possibility

Fly high fly free
Feel the breeze
Perch on a tree

To feel the way to be
Travel, explore, learn to see

Taste worlds various tea
Climb the mountains, swim the sea
These are my wishes and my glee

But, when there is no dime
No lunch is for free;
Its time again to be a busy bee,
and save to see,
the endless possibility

Lost

I have dreamed of you
           a thousand times,
and lost you to the world
           of images and sounds.

The warm light made its way,
           my eye opened in dismay.
Dream of you I lost to day,
           till I close my eye
and the moon is here to stay.

Darling

Darling I have waited for you,
             to hold my hand & walk together
but you lead,
and I step back
             afraid of failing ahead;

Darling I waited for you,
             to initiate;
but when we meet,
             you still feel strange to me

Darling I have waited for you,
             to hold me in your sight;
but when I see,
             I see an eye strange to me;

I feel my knees falling apart

Darling I have waited for you,
             to let me in, to your heart;
make love to me,
             to be your part;

Darling but you don't,
             so I wait;
I wait another day, another night;
             alone for you,
till you don't love me true.
Darling I will wait for you.
       

I wish

I wish, I had the strength,
to accept the denial of my love.

I wish, I had the power
to let go off the betrayal,

I wish I had the courage,
to accept your love

I wish, I'd be strong, to be your companion.

I wish, you and I'd just moved on.

words

Why does a man not comprehend,
the words unheard.
Why is it difficult that he misreads,
the words unspoken.
Why is it difficult that he is deaf to the words unwritten.

Why is it that,
animal like feeling prevails
a language without word fail.

As,
silence could be words unheard
letter could be words unspoken
music could be words unwritten

But,
we interpret these words
misunderstand to worse

Thus, animal like feeling would still prevail
a language without words would still fail.

Distances

Distances has bleached us,
the mysterious ropes which once,
twined us has untwined

The night which once shone
has bared us to the shiver

The candles which danced
with the rhythmic quiver
melted & lost the flicker

The quiet, the silence has bleached us to a still.
The longing stood until, the distance bleached us to brittle.

Kahani

Kahaniya tumne suni,

Kuch Likhi,

Kuch kahi

Kuch apne dosto ki, kuch khudki,

Kuch duniya ke, kai ansuni ghatnao ki

Kahaniyon me tumne kai ishare kiye

Apnepan ki , pyaar ki, dosti ki, yaari ki ...

Kahaniya haqeeqat ki tabdiliya thi

Bas ek haqeeqat kahani rah gayi,

ek meri aur mere pyaar ki.

Chah

Maine chaha tume tumse

Meri bhool thi

Nadani kar gayi

Apne aap hi se

Bas ek muskurahat hi manzoor thi

Hume tumse

Bas kah kar dekhte

Ki na mango kuch mujhse

Tumhare is chah ko chah lete khushi se.

Tumhare liye meri laakhon maange fazool  kar deti

Bas ek bar keh diya hota

Toh tumhare har chah ko apna bana leti main.

Raat

Raat

Dil ki dhadkan gunj oothi

Raat ki chuppi se

Aur adharo me khwab muskarane lage.

Taro ki chadar ode,

Raat sone lagi

Aur chaand muskaraya in aankhon me.

Dhadkane phir gunj oothi

Saason ke chu jaane se

Aur raat ki tasveer badalne lagi chadar ke salvaton me.

I belong to you

Under the starry sky
or beneath the roofed walls
I accompany you

In the crowded trains
or business class planes
I am along with you

The message beep
or the phone's tring
I feel it too

The typed words
or the quite words
I long to express to you

In the candle light with friends
or the disco night trends
I smile with you

A child's play
or potters clay
I get molded by you

The famines
or the floods
I fight it with you

The duty frames
or time constraints
I strengthen along with you

Difficult terrains
or the easy plains
I behold you

The petal beds
or the battle reds
I cry with you

A rigged personnel
or a jeans gentlemen
I belong to you

Rain Drops are falling on my head

Raindrops are falling on my head

paper boats are sailing on the water stream

Tea with you, am i dreaming or is it true?

Walk by the moonlight at 3,

you were there to hold me through.

The brick lanes, the dizzy steps and the salty smell,

and the light that shone on your face.

You, my loveliness! are you true?

As everything seems so new.

So I wonder, how you in this lovely night

would react if I ask, you to be mine.

Will you laugh and say goodnight or

would you smile and hug me tight.

Handmade

Handmade paper,

textured nature and the crease,

on the off white sheet

holds the love of pen

with the flowing ink.

A Lady to be

It is a lot of efforts to create something

It is very easy to destroy something

A girl at her 18 is a lady in making

a lady like poise, though the world is new

With the adolescence gone, she makes it through

The phase when she appears to be a woman

Ready for marriage, she is still a lady in making

Her dreams and confusions still keep pace

With her growing age

More complex becomes the world

When proposals come too

A young and vibrant, vivacious woman she is

And unique in her ways too

Desired by all for her age

She is not ready as she is still a lady to be.

Honeymoon

A huge open window

Pale white and cream curtains

Swaying with the cold breeze

A slight cool on my shoulder

I shiver a little and slide

to the one sleeping beside

His arms tug me inside

the forehead frown subside

He gently kisses my head

I look up to see him look outside

the window with his big eyes

I see the bright moons reflection in them

So close is he and the moon to me

I wake-up saying Honey - moon!

Dreams

Dreams are not real

but not less than reality

My senses work when I am asleep

I see, I touch, I feel, I listen, I talk, I shout, I cry and I laugh

Sometimes I am the third person

Sometimes it is my vision

A chain of dreams

A train with the boggy of thoughts

Everyday new ones

short shots and stories of different sorts

Stories till they become facts

Dreams until they become real

Mind brings and links

explanations & meanings!

Some say I dream a lot

and some - Oh! you remember!

yes I do; I remember because it makes me think,

it challenges.

As sometimes the dreamworld you want to live in

drives you to keep working..

दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है

This is my favourite hindi poem; we had it in our 10th grade and since that time I am in love with this one! Today I was going through my collections and I found it; my lost love! It was written by Maithili Sharan Gupt.

दोनों ओर प्रेम पलता है
सखी; पतंग भी जलता है;हाँ! दीपक भी जलता है!
सीस हिलाकर दीपक कहता-
बंधू वृथा ही तू क्यूँ देहता?
पर पतंग पड़ कर ही रहता!

कितनी विहवलता है!
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है!
बचकर हाय ! पतंग मरे क्या?
प्रणय छोड़कर प्राण धरे क्या?
जले नही तो मरा करे क्या?
क्या यहाँ असफलता है?
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है!

कहता है पतंग मनमारे -
तुम महान ; मैं लघु, पर प्यारे,
क्या न मरण भी हाथ हमारे?
शरण किसे चलता है?
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है!

दीपक के जलने में आली
फिर भी है जीवन की लाली
किंतु पतंग-भाग्य-लिपि कलि,
किसका वश चलता है?
दोनों और प्रेम पलता है।

Rains of different land

Rains of different land,
the drops are wet and the same,
visions of my land is getting dissolved in this rain,
I feel at home;
the same feeling of joy in getting soaked in the drops
from a distant cloud,
pleasure of being at a place which brings nostalgia,
and the understanding of various sentiments attached to the place
of many close to me.
I seek a place to know the unknown!

Sunset

Everyday I look outside
through the corridor window
I watch the sun turning orange;
For fraction of seconds
a thought passes by
I do not think about it much
I smile and wave the day goodbye
I am at the terrace top today
stealing time
looking at the sun waving me goodbye
with every moment the sun is changing the mood around
swirling and twirling the rays like a ribbon
changing the colours like velvets
the soft radiance and the cotton sky
looks like a bindi on the forehead of a bride
the sun is setting with the passing time;
changing the temperature slowly
it lets the moon conquer the sky
hiding itself to make us wait for it next time.

The Moonlit Face

Gazing through the window
staring at the stars in the sky
I felt the cool breeze
Caressing my hair
Standing and listening to the fading sounds
Silence set in all around
Trying to hear the whispers of the night
Searching for a familiar face,
In the oblivious night.

I saw an innocent child
Unaware of the observer
He was sleeping on the bench
With the blanket of night
He, who had the angel eyes,
Calm and serene
Was his moonlit face.
Healing the wound received that day
His, was the moonlit face.