Ek Baar Phir . . .

Shaam ke hote, mera chup jana
Sansanati lehron par baethke
tera muskurana
Aahat ka woh behka sa pal
Ek baar phir roye hum, bina aaskhon ke

Aise waade hazaar the
Mere iraade kuch aur the
Aaina palat chuka tha
Raat thi, Doli ka waqt tera
Fir rula gaya humein, bina aaskhon ke

Pyaar ke izhaar me deri
Meri zindagi  se khwaaishey teri
Marte dum tak tadapna
Teri justajoo karna
Ek baar phir roye hum, bina aaskhon ke

Koshish us badal ke peeche ki
Baarish se taaruf karna
Toofan ka beech me shaamil hona
Fir rula gaya unhe, ek baar bina aaskhon ke.

 

The Tiny Tales

Our eyes had met for the tenth time now
with a golden shine on the peak
trying to convince our sights to
speak a little
for the sake of the
love which had been rekindled.

And then, later, however
after 20 years

We never got into a tiff again.

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She knew she had no illness to suffer from
yet her mind was into it
for several years when she finally witnessed
no response from the statue
the 51st time, it had moved

shook itself apart

And broke itself into pieces of now and later.

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He never knew he possessed those powers
Like when he was scribbling down on paper
the desires of his tomorrow,
his hands were transformed into feathers

For his time had come in the day to
be with his fellow birds.

Being a human was a choice he sustained.

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Abduct the bitterness in me,
swallow the serenity
carry the soul upwards
and crush the menacing
ambiance around me 

And then ..... Then set me free
and visualize the novelty. 

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And we cursed time like it was not going to hit us back

But it did.

5 weeks later, he committed suicide with my best friend from 165th floor.

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"It was magic that she was creating,
with her lips floating on the paper
& hands designing the art in the sky.
It was a desire she had, 
to point them & then 
Haunt. 

She was an immortal Witch".

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She's like an evergreen beauty
she's everything I compare her to
she's magical,

They lamented : "Why"
I whispered: Because she's a non existing reality.

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The ex lovers had bumped into each other
for the 60th time now. 
A new story had evoked at the very
61st interval

In the form of God. 

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I don't want a handsome guy. I want somebody who is successful. 
Not in the Guinness book of World Record but with his passion. 
Good looks come with money. Talent comes with effort. 

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He should be able to flaunt his passion in a way that mediocrity smirks.

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Pain only happens to those who are outrageous. Wimps are not lucky enough to go through that light.

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Losing the Battle 'Remains' Easy

There have been gazillion times of mishaps with me 

or perhaps the intended back steps

I have taken

Every time I go to prove myself in front

of a large crowd or just there. 

My hands faint

and my eyes shake

Like the good god is arriving

to filter my sins

Through the bitterness and crunch in me,

Deep own...somewhere

I...I so believe the rhyming of life

Full of spoons,

Full of knives

I bow in my presence to be a holy wish

Every time a foot step I raise  forward

the failure of the future envisioned 

Rushes down my spine 

Entering and residing in the veins of a defeated self. 

Death of a soul

She was drifting away to the other shore of life
where life was a different case than
getting along with your grown up kids
she knew, Mrinal would never get along with her
like she does with other mothers
Yet, Suhana (she) had a ray of hope
that perhaps some Tuesday of the week
Mrinal would not hold a grudge against her
Oh Well, Tuesday was the day when Mrinal used to
throb her mother in a room black and blue
A day which Suhana noted in her journal
with a tear uncovered.

She hoped that maybe someday Mrinal would
treat her with the equal morals and values as
she does with others.
Suhana had suffered a lot allready. And now
This?
Beatings from her own daughter
The sound of deaths she had imagined
and curled herself into
were intimidating.
A piece of no commence.

She tried hard to bond up with Mrinal,
be her buddy of blues and bliss
Though it worked for a short span
but never got carried through time

With no longer than 3 months
which Suhana had endured
she committed suicide
in the memory of Mrinal
keeping her in mind
Mourning for her own soul
and her daughter's
with bare cracks.

Audacity [she carried]

" She was done travelling around the world in her way. It was her 7th month of pregnancy and she had finally bathed into a new sense of life with a new spirit. She didn't just care for the ones she loved. But also for the ones she had no contacts with. She said she liked being around the unknown, to have them known and dwell in their hearts of variant mettle. For once, she had been out of her shoes and stepped into a contrasting world. Very peculiar. The dreams she had never endured before were a temporary part of her routine. The ones with green and blue colors. The ones that had a blur ray of hope. Like it would stay she aspired.

She had compromised with the nature a few times already. While her walks got slower with time, her longing to be a mother wasn't lasting. She was a woman with an objective. A soul with a difference. A character of solemn commitments. A lady of dense words. When she liked being loyal to all her characters, she feared being audacious to herself. Because she knew that soon he would rupture her bones and shatter her soul without a tear.

And just for once, there and then, she would fall apart in all aspects. With tears of her gone unborn. "

He loves. I watch him love.

He send me flowers.

Write me novelty rhymes

Make my right eye tear up first.

He is nocturnal

As if he has been born just to devour himself to me.

Serene. Alluring. (The babbles of his breath breathes a new wonder)

A gentleman of extreme regards and obligation

He is an utter synonym for devotion.

Why is not the world like him? I wonder how he holds his stability?

One who notes me down a desire everyday as he talks

Just to make me feel Loved.

Sweetheart, you are so complete even in being incomplete

If that is what love is than the passion in me has been

Rekindled.

Chastity

For one moment the sky had turned into
Molten blue
Her life had evaporated
And transformed into the
Hues she had gone through

And from "above"
The voice exclaimed,
"I am one of your emotion
Would be showering as hail now
Not your tear" !