Aakhri Pal

Maa tu baethi thi sehlab si
Man ke andar chupi ardaas si
Dekh ke tujhe, dil kare pyar karu
Roothu tujhse hi, tujhse hi laad karu.

Na jaa ma, akela kar ke mujhe
Meri daastan adhuri hai tere bina
Koi nahi tere jaisa deewana
Khoraak ka nahi, Sang hai tere mujhe jeena

Haathon ko tere, tarse mere haath
Rakh de un haathon pe apne tu haath
Maar mujhe, kos mujhe
Chod na de, itni asaani se saath

Jeeke bhi main zinda nahi rahungi
Waada kar mujhse, pyar utna hi rahega
Jane se tere, ummedein guzar jayengi
Bin tere mera khyal kaun rakhega

Tujhe sulaao, tujhe sehlaau
Sochti hu roz karke dikhau
Ki tu man badal le jaane ka ab
Bina tere kaise main jee paau

Yaad aayenge wo keemti pal
Jo guzaare itne saal sath rehke
Lori sunana tera, roti khilana tera
Gungunana dhuno ko, aise jaise
bageeche me phool meke

Bas bhi karo, kitna rulaaogi
Jaane se pehle kaise samjhaogi
Ki zindagi ka to yahi daur hai
Aj tha koi, kal koi aur hai.

Copyright © Latikaa Sareen

Last Day of Life

She had teared until her last breath,
trembled and tormented soul of hers was tearing apart,
with no sign of grief.

She laid her head on her mom's corpse
humming the lullabies that were recalled through past
With closed eyes,
gone in the moment of hell
alive yet dead

The cancer had taken her mom aloof
to a different element of outer space.

While she was traumatized in the game of coma.

Mohabbat Bereham

Dil e kariim pyar ka alfaaz,
Alag sa tera mijaz
Roshan hai waqt ke abad se hum
Meelo dur ko beparwah karke hua tera deedar.

Mukhtasar tha wo aalam,
Jab bewafayi rang laayi thi
Taaruf dard ka tab hua tha humein
Jab tere nikah me shenayi bajayi thi.

Bhatka tha main us zamane ke taur me,
Asaan nahi tab bhi ruswaayi thi

Seekha hai itna thokar dar dar ke baad,
Parkhi hue ishq ka yahi hota hai sabab.

Copyright © Latikaa Sareen

Bleed Black.

The bold she was
higher was the toll of dilemmas
A roll to take over,
the death of her fiance
on the day of their honeymoon in Belgium
when he was shot dead in the room
of red roses and lavender fragrance
around the room

And she was numb
with her neck tilted to the right
frozen in the tune of dolefulness
Scratching herself with the blood in
Black,
Representing the color to mourn
with evil support of it.

She was bleeding anger from her eyes
fretting and lamenting at the time of love
waiting for his anguished soul to wake up
to her voice and react over it.

That sight was skittish
for a lifetime was to not enough
to see the couple depart on such note

While the girl being molested in the
darkness of the time
by butchers of his soul.

Copyright © Latikaa Sareen

Longings of Christmas

Marry the longings you have had
devour the unborn dreams
celebrate the dreamt in a portion of good
and wish yourself for much more
with the days passing by

Chase the moon of heaven
with a golden streak of thought
Junk the sorrows of yesterday
look forward to a new chunk of
today
Maybe it will get in the amity needed

Let your tears run down wild
to start afresh,
a day after Christmas
Let the bells ring around
to let you hear the sugar songs
Let the colors glow in dark
to make you introduce to the shine
of life

Let the world sing carols tonight,
To make the Santa enter a fruitful sight
So that anybody could wish for a
Healthy Christmas as ever !!

Merry Christmas

A letter to be a "published author" ! Unconditional Bliss !!

Theres no other feeling higher than an emotion of uncounted happiness. Not just that, it is that matter of atoms as to say which makes you and could break you. I had never known that starting from one blog would make me into a published author today. This feeling is much much much greater than any other birthday, anniversaries, walk outs, graduations etc etc. With this much of unconditional exhilaration, I have indeed abandoned all my sorrows of yesterday and present. It feels one heck of a person right now knowing that people NATIONALLY, INTERNATIONALLY would read my work in the Published book named "THIS TIME AROUND". This was a total unexpected overwhelming emotion, I can not hold onto this sort of bliss but its REAL! Latika - PUBLISHED AUTHOR Bring it on. Lots of love and honor to all my supporters and time which caught me offguard. Today.
21st NOVEMBER 2013!

Have never been so definite about anything before. Your work creates you. :) And today I am a published author at the age of 21. Couldn't get better. Rejoicing ! 

Vivacious Love.

"Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you

Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

This is what the moments of silence were whispering. I had tried to shut those intervals down the very moment, but it didn't work. I had to put up with the broken graveyards. Sometimes, i would just look at the moon, breathe hard and would let it go. Wondering if you look at the same moon like I do. Like I try to touch it, do you too? I have been wondering if walking in the vacant lanes of love tear you up too. The solemn creepy sounds time had to make, for my realization of loneliness. It didn't stop. I know we have had gallons (not tons) of good times shared. It wouldn't be filled in one line, but ya know what it is. You really do know what they were called collectively as a group. "Love tales" !

It is amusing how literally one second could give you a flashback of your past or a gleam of your coming days. It is astounding how without any notice, people come and walk away from your life. This world seems like a faulty one. Where I feel nothing could be right and if you get that sensation of having it right by your side, then it is a wave of water you are riding on. Because you told me once that - "Love could be replaced, but not forgotten". I know you might have not loved me for long, but I tell you what. It was there for one full lifetime compressed in a limited moment. I had made your heart beat and slow it down like it was a haze. Blessing it was for you to make me feel loved, be it for one single dash. Just like forgetting the known tune is absurd. Just like all other eras and eternities we have had well balanced between us. Those were the juvenile days of purity, now it is all about conditions. But I can't be alone in a battle of two. 

It is what I beg, not to forget me. I wish the very best for you, now and forever, and everytimeyouwouldbetheretender. Because as we now have accomplished is a statement of melting words, I couldn't succeed in that love, but it did hurt like crazy. Like it never did before. 

Good Luck with all motions of blessings

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