What’s the first impression you want to give people? The first look The first feel A glance that meets And lingers a bit longer … A flutter there A flutter here A smile there A smile here … In the time Both wander away But the feeling remain etched And the moment frozen … NothingContinue reading “The one to be remembered”
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Team
Who are we What brings us together We are Memories We made together We are dreams We saw together We are Relations We forged together We are the glory We earned together We are the identity We share together We are a force to reckon When we are together
Co-passengers of a while
I met themTravelled togetherSpoke and heard those moments we sharedI knew a part of themA part of me they knewWe knew each other Our selves we bared A coincidence it wasA chanced meetingNot something we planneddestiny got us pairedmemories remained Contacts were lostLike scribbles on sand With familiarity, both were scared To be strangersIt feltContinue reading “Co-passengers of a while”
Safar, muskurate hue guzarega
मिलने चलेअपने दोस्त से सफ़र यूँ ही मुस्कुराते हुए गुज़राहै दिल के क़रीब वो दोस्त है, भाई सा खून के रिश्तों से खराबैटकर बातें होंगी कुछ दोहरायी हुई और कुछ नयी कहने को है बहुत साराख़ुशियों का जश्न होगा नाचेंगे, हो के मस्त गाने भी गायेंगे कुछ सुर में, कुछ बेसुरा कई दिन हुए मिलेContinue reading “Safar, muskurate hue guzarega”
Polluted mind sees filth #haiku
The three of us
There is always The three of us You, me and us It’s the us That I love the most
Sleeping eyes
Sleeping eyes Rest On trustful shoulders Careful bosom Breathing Rhythmically to rock the weary head Heartbeats Patting the cheeks Caressing hands Imitating the breeze All the while Time Stays still Unmoving Lest it wakes up The sleeping eyes
All that it means to me
They are back Filling the empty house voices invading the silence Flurry of activities Edging on the chaotic And yet the cacophony has a calmness Like a breezy music On a sunny day Alongside a gushing stream I just watch And I sit and wonder If it makes sense Yet it holds All that meansContinue reading “All that it means to me”
The pot
A crackFrom a fallWidening deeperdisintegrating the potTill only mud remainedAnd then I knewMud it wasOnlyPot was builtBy two hands, Not onecrafted by care Bound by loveAnd it was builtNot bought
Still, in the storm
In the storm, two leavesTossed around MercilesslyAfraid of chaosLonely, hurt and uncertainBlown away to the nowhere Then in a momentIn a miraculous actThey lock togetherSwirling and dancing as onestill, together, forever In the eye of stormSwirling melodiouslyThe storm meant no threatEverything stood still and watchedOnly Song they heard, not roar
My Tales Within 