मैं ख़ामोश हूँ
मेरी चीख़ों को आवाज़ों की
ज़रूरत नहीं
ख़ामोश अल्फ़ाज़ों को
लफ़्ज़ों की बैसाखियों की
ज़रूरत नहीं
शब्दों में फ़रेब है
खामोशी में नहीं
बंद लबों को
क़समों कि ज़रूरत नहीं
शब्दों में बनावट है
खामोशी में नहीं
दिल की गहराइयों में
मन के बदलते मिज़ाज नहीं
मैं ख़ामोश हूँ
मेरी सचाई को
किसी मंज़ूरी की ज़रूरत नहीं
Leave everything
that is not you
Leave no traces of you
Not even few
Scrape the edges
Down to the core
Till you are left
With nothing more
Shed the pretence
Shed the pride
Remove the name
leave the identity aside
As we reach
the last crumb
We gnaw away
the senses numb
there in the stillness
when nothing is you
What is left
Is nothing but you
She always wondered what it was, that drew her to the inanimate wings etched on the wall.
On that fateful night, on the way back from her office, she was surrounded by the uncouth, lecherous ruffians of the neighbourhood who had been stalking her. As she struggled in the clutches of the evil, she felt helpless and violated as the groping hands pinned her to the wall.
Then in a stroke of a miracle, she started to float. The wings had come alive. She soared in the sky, flying free. Then she turned and dived, going for the kill.
Written in response to 99 Words Story- Floating, hosted by Charli Mills of the carrot ranch
#99WordStory
She rides the horse
A free spirited steed
Hooves galloping swift
Wings flying wide
Sometimes on the ground
on the lush green meadow
Sometimes in air
On the fluffy white clouds
kicking up the grass
And sometimes the clouds
Bouncing manes
And her flowing hair
Matching their rhythm
Matching the strides
There is a song
That the wind sings
She hears the song
She sings that too
There are no reins
There is nowhere to go
She rides, she flies
Far above the fences
Far above the lanes
there in the winds
She rides free
Melanie, our gracious host has posed these questions for us this week;
1. In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet?
A web
2. Is true beauty subjective or objective?
Everything is beautiful
3. How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant? (like last week, I threw this one in for lightening things up a bit. There is no ‘right or wrong ‘ answer – just have fun with it).
One angry one
For example, this elephant is very vulnerable to a chicken attack;
4. If your five-year-old self suddenly found themselves inhabiting your current body, what would your five-year-old self do first?
I already have five year old within. It just slides from my heart to the leg through my veins
GRATITUDE SECTION (AS ALWAYS, OPTIONAL)
What’s an aspect of your personality that you’re grateful for?
I am grateful for what I am.
#Keepitalive
I scribble my work notes
Keeping my guitar aside
My song hangs in the air
As in my daily rut, I slide
The pen writes deep
Impressions go beyond
It takes its toll
Smudges my happy song
I need to pull back
Sit back and relax a little
There is the sand that flows
Through the hour glass so brittle
I pick my guitar
I strum my tune
I have a life to sing
I am not stopping too soon
#Keepitalive
#Whatdoyousee
#WDYS
एक अंधेरा भी है
जो रोशन बहुत है
एक खामोशी है
जो कहानी कहे जा रही है
मेरे साथ मेरा साया था
रात हुई तो खो गया है शायद
कल सुबह सुबह मिलेंगे उससे
अभी अकेले चल पड़ा हूँ
साथ साथ अंधेरा भी चल पड़ा है
और वो बातूनी खामोशी भी
पूछे बिग़ैर अपने अकेले क़ाफ़िले में
शामिल हो गया है
बातों बातों में
वक्त का पता ना चला
शायद मेरे साये के साथ
रुक गया था वहीं
अब जब सुबह हुई
तो दोनो, साथ मिलने आए हैं
दिन भर की दौड़ का
एहसास साथ लाये हैं
मैंने अपने रात के साथियों से पूछा
मेरे साथ चलोगे
पर वो वहीं खड़े रहे
मेरे सुकून के साथ
अंधेरे और खामोशी को
फिर मिलने का वादा किया
और घड़ी की सूयियों के साथ
मैंने अपने आप को खो दिया
शाम होने को है
इंतज़ार करते होंगे वो मेरा
उस मोड़ पे जहां छोड़ा था
पर में खो गया हूँ
वो मोड़ ही नहीं नज़र आता
जहां छोड़ा था अपने सुकून को
कई दिनों से ढूँढ रहा हूँ
शायद इसी लिए दौड़ रहा हूँ
Hurtling at urgent speed
I look out of the window
Amazed
In my belted seat
I am static
Suspended
Bathed in reflected light
In an illusion of speed
Living a dream
#whatdoyousee
Yeah! What do you see?
Clouds sprout in plenty
Flourishing in the fresh new glow
Floating merrily above
invisible roots stretching out below
They belong to the sky
Born out of the rain
Sun it’s father
arisen from the earthly womb’s pain
Yet to grow
They are white
Someday they will be laden
With all the burden that arise
Turning dark
It obscures the sun
Casting shadow on the earth below
Filled with pride of being the one
But as the chalice fills
It is bound to pour
The parched earth waits
Knowing what would happen for sure
There falls the first drop
meeting the ground In a messy splash
Disappearing beneath
Merging with the soil at the very crash
From the wet earth
Comes the earthy smell
Full of love and gratitude
Meeting her son, million hearts swell
My Tales Within