Monday, 15 March 2021

Waqt

Waqt ne kai zakm bhar diye..
Yaade bhi kam khalti hai..
Par kitabo par dhul jamne se..
Kahani kaha badal jaati hai.

Hum dono ki kahani bhi koi movie se kam na thi..
Tumhare pitaji ko hum pasand na the..
Aur hamari mataji ko tum.

Tumne kai koshishe ki humse dur honeki taaki hume dard na ho..
Par tumhe taklif main dekh kar hum dur chale jaaye?
Ye hum nahi kar sakte the.
Aisa nahi ki humne koi koshish nahi ki..
Humne hamare yaha bhi bahot koshishe ki..
Par koi fayda na hua..

Wo kehte hai na..
Bhagwan jodiya banake bhejte hai..
Magar jab hamari bana raha hoga..
Tab kalam tut gaya hoga.

Tumse pyaar karna shayad hume aaya hi nahi..
Par hum ek dusre ke bina ek din bhi nahi rehe sakte the..
Hum bolte toh the ki reh lenge tumhare bina..
Par kaha pata tha ki bolne main aur karne main kitna fark hota hai..

2 ghante hote nahi the aur ek dusre ko call kar dete the..
Par hum dono ke andar jo ahankar tha..
Usne hum dono ko alag karne main bahot bada ansh nibhaya.

Waqt ne kai zakm bhar toh diye..
Par kitabo par dhul jam janese..
Kahani thodi na badal jati hai..

Ye kahani ko main adhuri chodd raha hu..
Kyuki..
Hum dono ki kahani kaha puri hui..

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

LONELY...

Lonely on the land I walk,
Lonely cross the sea I sail,
Lonely air of beach I stroll –
This lonely life doth take its toll.
Lonely trek of woodland trail,
Lonely mist in haze o’ dawn,
Lonely spies the bird of prey
In lonely circles all astray.
Lonely be the dark of night
When sleep is but a yearning
wish,
To dream of sweet companions
close,
As wine would pair with diner's
dish.
Lonely do these thoughts me
make
That draw my blood of precious
life;
Replace with stream of flowing
pain
To bless my veins with coursing
strife.
Lonely years are now my friends,
Lonely cries bereft of sound,
Lonely tears that cool my face
In lonely life of sullen pace.

Saturday, 22 October 2016

UNREAD


I am an unread book on a shelf
Being judged because of my cover
I wonder when I will be opened
And hear the voice of my reader

Dust have pilled on me
And my pages are yellowed with age
Will there be warm hand to hold me
And carefully shift each page

I want to hear my story someday
And learn the purpose of my writer
But the only way for that to happen
Is if I find my reader…

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

•••I'll Love You Till The End•••

Perhaps I hide it well,
or maybe to my heart you're blind,
but if you look very close,
you're sure to find...
that I love you
with heart and soul
and body and mind.
I spend my time
thinking about you;
sometimes I'm elated and hopeful,
and sometimes I'm down and blue,
waiting for these sweet dreams
of us to come true.
There's a picture in my mind,
the way I wish it could be,
and I believe happiness is possible
for you and me.
You don't have to look very hard--
it's not so difficult to see,
that we're as perfect together
as shore and sea.
The ribbons around my heart,
are the ties that bind;
I'm a slave to the oldest
type of bondage known to mankind.
And I'll always be right here
waiting for you,
my heart ever hopeful that
these dreams will come true,
but whether or not they do
until the end of time,
I'll love you!

Sunday, 16 October 2016

The Lonely Soul...

The Lonely Soul...

The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
No other soul as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the daybreak
He does his duties
In the walks of life
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the life
He meets many other souls
Who comes to be
Unfit for the lonely soul
The lonely soul wanders
As the days pass by
The lonely soul became
More lonely, with no other
souls as his companion
The lonely soul wanders
Alone in the walks of life
The lonely soul decides
Not to die, but to face
Life in all its hardships
The lonely soul wanders

Saturday, 15 October 2016

New Love

New Love

I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.

My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Birth of love

Love – it is the gift of Heaven,
Like the rose, how sweet its bloom
And where’er is felt its presence,
There it dissipates each gloom.
And the heart that loveth truly,
In its first affection pure,
Shall, as long as life continues,
Find its happiness endure.