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bahut thand hai in sanson mein...

Ok guys, am back to blogging and writing some of my musings!!!

Here is something I wrote recently,

Sauda


bahut thand hain in sanson mein,
dil jam gaya, aisa lagta hai,
chingari koi bhadka do is jism mein,
khaak ho jayenge woh saare zakhm..

yeh maine, chand ko kaha
woh bola, tu mujhe mat choo,
to main bola kyun?
woh bola tu mujhe tod de....

kuch chand ke tukde tod ke
daal diye maine teri god mein,
taare aa gaye mujhse ladne
bole ki mujhe unki roshni wapas karo

main bola, nahin kar sakta
kyunki woh to main ne de di
unhone poocha,kitne mein,
main kaha, bas apni ruh ke badle.

woh hans diye,bole tu nadaan hai,
ruh bech di?
usko? - jo tu kabhi nahi kharid sakta,
kaha hota to hum tujhe apna bana lete

main hans diya,bola...
mujhe chaand ki ghulaami manzoor hai,
par meri tooti hui roshni
tumhare kis kaam ki hai?

kya karoge, mera
mujh jaise roz bazaar mein bikte hain
ruh,shareer ko tod ke
apne aap se sauda, karte hain..

main chal diya us kaafile ke saath
jahan har koi ajnabi bhi hai aur apna bhi
ungliyon mein ungliyan baandh ke
sparsh ko zindagi banate hue...

Valentine Day Blues

Well..well...this day really gets some of us..however much we try to escape...
wrote this poem today morning...enjoy..


When i walked out of my house,
And lost myself in the maddening crowd,
And when i stumbled as i ran for a seat,
I could feel your eyes watching me.

When i ran around to finish appointments,
And spoke words which people wanted to hear,
And When i closed my eyes for a short break,
I could feel your fingers caressing my face

When i felt bittered when i reached a dead end,
A deal which didnt materialise after lot of persuasion,
And when i raised my hands in despair,
I could feel you smiling at me and taking me in your arms.

When i reached home hungry and tired,
And looked around for something to eat,
And When hopelessly i ate some junk food,
I could feel you getting angry on me.

One more day has come to end,
One more night far away from you,
But when i tucked myself in the bed,
I found your shoulder to rest my head.

Miss you sweets.

Amen... first poem in this new year

The lies stand before me naked...
The false words make me fantasise the truth...
The shame is staring so proudly at me
Melting me...and making me feel alive.

My friends in my head tell me
Its an illusion and you can beat it
But my dear friendly enemies
Smile at me and sell me words.

Sad is the warrior of perseverance
And the angel of luck is smiling devilishly
I wonder whats going on
Angels seem to be in love with the devil...

The end seems so close
And the reflection in mirror shows me a ghost
The fingers which were the instruments of nerves
Tremble and die with no life in them.

Few chose the path less taken
Many took the road lighted by angels
I have decided to grope in darkness
And light the road with my soul.
Amen.

A poem,wrote for a friend on her B'Day

The above image is the artist's imagination of how the statue of Dominique may have looked like in Fountainhead.I can see it for eternity.But yes there is one flaw.The fingers should have been just touching the wire,instead of gripping it.

Anyways ,here is the poem...

Do you have a meaning?
Or your name encompasses the whole cosmos,
Binding the stars in your fist,
With galaxies curled around in your plait?
Were you born in this universe,
With the rising of the crescent of thousand moons?
Or it was the current of the oceans,
Which fuelled your charm and charisma?
Or it was the chant of holy monks,
Which created the calmness in your eyes?

Here's wishing you,
the power of Saturn,
So that you can wear the beautiful rings of life,
The light of Venus,
So that you can ignite love in people around you,
The gravity of earth,
So that you can make other's feel alive
And lastly,The beauty of full moon,
So that poets can write about you for the ages to come.

Why,a poem written by me long back

WHY
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Why the things left unsaid,
Are most fascinating?
Why the dreams at night,
Invoke in us the strongest emotions?
Why a single tree in wilderness,
Makes us feel alive?
Why the biggest failures,
Makes the winners out of us?
Why the loved one far away,
Is in our heart all the time?
Why the games of childhood,
Were the best things we had?
Why we want to turn back time,
Even if it was the hardest?
Why the voices of despair,
Beckon us as the sun sets?
Why the most pleasing moment,
Makes us meet our worst fears?
Why a small moment in life,
Changes the way we perceive life?

These questions I put to you,
Search for the answers around,
Even if you don't get them,
You will not lose anything,
But you will find,
Life is a gift to you,
SO enjoy it as long as it lasts,
You never know when you will be through.

A short story by me

Rains.
The sky was moist,
And the evening was crushing me with the downpour,
Everything I saw ,
Was through the prism of raindrops,
The wet mongrel trying to sneak in the same tarpaulin as the cobbler,
Or that channawallah trying to hide the source of his bread from the rain,
The angry splash of muddy water,As if it is protesting against the weight of vehicles which run over it.
The raincoat wrapped school kids ,
With their backs bowed by the ambitions of their parents,
Stealing some time to enjoy the deep puddles of water on the road,
With due thanks to the civil engineers of the nation.
I looked out from the window of my bus,
The glass pane was wet and hazy,
I opened the window,
So that i can feel the brush of clouds on my face.
Then i saw that face,
Which possessed the strength and beauty infinite,
Standing below a tired tree,
She tried to shake off the droplets from her skin.
She looked out of place,
There was no reason for her to be there.
I knew right then,I had to get down now.
Leaving the confines of my bus,,
I touched the replenished earth,
And felt the rain kissing my skin and soothing my tired soul
I almost ran towards her...
The feeling was the same,
As felt by a would be father,
Walking in the corridors of an hospital,Anxiouosly waiting to see his progeny fo the first time.
I recalled her face again,
The thick wet strands of her hair ,Coiled around her flawless skin,
Her eyes searched for something,In that cloudy haze,
And that droplet trying its best not to leave the tip of her nose.
Her lips half open,As if trying to quench an unnamed thirst,
I took a turn to the road and could see her now,
Still trying to shield herself below that tree,
But now the helplessness in her eyes,
Had changed to defiance,As if she was willing to fight the fury of nature.
I finally reached upto her And asked,
"Ma,why you are waiting here and getting wet in the rain?"
She said,"Cos my son,i gave you my umbrella and you forgot your tiffin today."
She picked me up in her arms,scolded me for leaving my umbrella in the bus,
Shielded me in her bosom,and carried me home.