तुम अलग नहीं
तुम मुझमें हो
आपस में कोई
फ़ासला नहीं
एक मुलाक़ात
बरसों पहले हुई थी
पहली मुलाक़ात
बादलों में हुई कभी
सफ़र सदियों का है
राह साथ गुज़ारी है
ज़िंदगी की रेत पर
कदमों के निशान दो नहीं
साथ जो गुज़रा
हर लम्हा बेमिसाल
असल में या ख़्वाबों में
तुम्हारे बिना कोई पल नहीं
नाम जुड़ गया है
ख़्वाब और उम्मीदें जुड़ गयीं हैं
एक हस्ती है
मेरी अलग कोई पहचान नहीं
तुम अलग नहीं हो
कोई और नहीं
मुझसे तुम हो
तुमसे में हूँ
There stood a tent
With the colour so green
on the side of the road
Somewhere in between
Some just passed by
Some stopped to see
For it never stopped anyone
just waited in the shadow of the tree
The wind straining on the fabric
Pickets fixing the tent to the ground
Resisting the urge to fly away
Waiting forever to be found
It stayed on the muddy side
The road had turned black
The fabric frayed under the sun
The ridge developed a slack
It remained rooted to the place
As the traffic passed by
It no longer looked bright
For someone to stop by
The wind was stronger now
the fabric no longer strong
The pickets lost its hold
It was time for the tent move on
It tore away from the fix
It now was free
It flew and covered the sky
Out finally of the shadow of the tree
Flying free with the wind
Another story was about to begin
There is no tear, no slack
It’s a new tent, with the colour so green
Rain pours incessant
Umbrella keeps company
useful friend for her
This post is an Haiku in response to this week’s prompt “Useful” on TankaTuesday challenge,
Swirl of the umbrella
Spinning the rain drops
Making that dance
Oh what a spectacle!
I stopped as the crowd gathered
Suddenly Aware of my self
The umbrella continued to swirl
My feet fell silent, stuck in my shackle.
My eyes filled with shame
I did what I shouldn’t have
Each accusing eye, a stranger
Each arm, a creeping tentacle.
The swirl and the dance
is not, what I must do
That’s not what’s expected
For some one who is ‘Respectable’.
The umbrella continued to swirl
rain drops washed me clean
My feet picked up the rhythm
My arms swirled in a happy circle.
I wonder who saw?
Which one of me they saw?
The crowd milled on
Too busy to notice the broken shackle
Wave break on the shore
Retreats back to the ocean
Wetness stays on sand
नो पूछो सवाल
ना जवाबों की उमीद रखो
मोहब्बत है तो सिर्फ़
मोहब्बत की उमीद रखो
Quiet but firm
She silently watches
She is the mother
Filled with emotions
She hides with a smile
She is the mother
She can shed a tear
But she holds them back
She is the mother
From the shadows she emerged
To be a pillar of strength
She is the mother
Bit tired, I trudge on
Dragging my feet
My steps too small
The end looking far
Brow dripping with sweat
Some trickle down the eye
It’s weary
Bit worried, I am scared
Eyes cast down
Trepidations rise up the throat
Filling the heavy beating heart
Veins pulsate fear
Permeates every cell
It’s infectious
Bit unsure, full of doubt
Shaking to the very core
Thoughts reflect gloom
Clouding up the mind
Reason is not reasonable any more
No words give comfort
It’s unsettling
Bit overwhelmed, it’s beyond me
No longer within my reach
The grip on the edge is slipping
The deep fall awaits
The rocky edges mock
Let it go it says
It’s over
Bit irritated, I am angry
This ain’t what I am
I am way bigger, I know
The mind pushes the gloom
Fills it up with anger
Set myself to action
It’s a fight
Bit hopeful, indebted
to all who believed
Can’t let them down
My finger may be slipping
But my heart, fights on
The nails dig in
It’s not over yet
Bit calm, I am in my elements
Actions follow the practiced path
Every action a flow
I am now what I am
What I am meant to be
Like a symphony
It’s music
Bit sure, I have faith
In all The hard work
In all that’s me
I swell up to my size
Larger than the very life
I know who I am
I am me
Pouring rain falls
Lands on my shoulder
I am drenched
in heaven itself
There is a stream
That flows on my face
My eyes and heart
Brim up on bliss itself
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Quadrille Monday at d’Verse is over. The prompt was any form of the word sleep. This is the first time i am participating in this beautiful portal of connect. But strangely, like the promtpt I slept. So i am posting my attempt at Quadrille on a tuesday, which faithfully follows the manic monday.
I have used a format which i some how found interestion. An ascending sentences of 2,3,4,5 cascading to theme word. Till the last para which has a four line with a four word line ending the quardile with a definetive statement. Hope my fellow dreamer enjoy
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It’s weary
My eyes close
Eyelids weigh a ton
A day is closing now
Sleep
It’s night
A calming black
Dark warm blanket engulfs
Eyes have seen many
Sleep
It’s quiet
Silence closing in
I can hear my dreams
It’s time to sleep
My Tales Within