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”
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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
Colours that colour the heart
And then she had grown
And thenShe had grownHer tiny feetWent beyond the cradle Kicking away the warm rugI gently placed it backAnd thenShe had grownHer little hands Waved backShe entered the schools gateI waited a bit longerAnd then She had grownHer eloquent voiceRecited the poem niceShe bowed as they clapped I clapped the loudestAnd thenShe had grownHer twinkling eyesSearchedContinue reading “And then she had grown”
Haan, Abhi wala mauka sahi hai
लोग हैं, तो रिश्ते हैंरिश्ते हैं, तो ख़लिश भी कोई ग़लत है तो कोई सही भीइस भीड़ में कहीं एक हंसी छिपी थी अभी अभी तो इन आँखों में उसकी चमक दिखी थी चलो, उसे ढूँढते हैं करें कब शुरुआत ये सोचते हैं है मौक़े बहुतपर कौनसा मौक़ा सही हैये जो अभी वाला मौक़ा हैContinue reading “Haan, Abhi wala mauka sahi hai”
Yaadon ke Rishte
कुछ बातें जो हैं सिर्फ़ हमारीकुछ सचऔर कुछ जो अब सच बन गये हैं जब भी मिलेंगे फिर से दोहरायेंगेंसाथ हँसेंगेंऔर जब तनहा होंगे उन्हीं क़िस्सों को याद कर मुस्कुराएँगेइन क़िस्सों से जुड़े हैं इन्ही यादों का तो रिश्ता हैना खून का ना क़ानून का पर है बहुत पक्का और बहुत सच्चा
Long drives are not long enough
That, What is us
There it lies Separated by time and the wrinkled age Still intact In the warmth of shared blood In the resonating beats Of the pining hearts In the words and rhythm Of our song That, what is Us
Dog-eared to the end
There I reach At the last few pages Close to where The book would end Where it no longer will hold in its cover A story unread For me Forever There in those last few pages I stop There I close the book Dog eared at the last unread page To be read later ButContinue reading “Dog-eared to the end”
My Tales Within 