Tuesday, 12 September 2017

ज़िदगी की उलझने

रूहों की इतनी कुरबत है के, वो हौसला कहाँ से लाऊँ,

तेरे पास होकर, दूर हो सकू वो फ़ासला कहाँ से लाऊँ...

बात जिस्मों की हो तो, मुमकिन है अलग हो जाना,

तेरी रूह से अलग हो सके, वो जुदाई कहाँ से लाऊँ...

ये जो रिश्ता है, आसमानों में साज़िश हुई होगी कोई,

दुनिया मे बेनाम सा है, मुकर जाने का ताब कहाँ से लाऊँ...

एक कश्मकश सी रहती है ज़हन में, के वो क़ुबूल नहीं करता, 

नकार सकू दिल से मैं, वो पथ्थर दिल कहाँ से लाऊँ....

कुछ तू ही समझ ले, मेरे हमनवाँ इस ज़िदगी की उलझने,

मुझे समझ सके कोई जहान में, वो शक्स कहाँ से लाऊँ...

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Whenever we take apart

A lifeless straw leaf, that has a fire to ignite,
Pain of giving up in war, by a brave knight,
A silk stuff set on thorns and dragged to free,
When harmony of mind, is nowhere and struggles to flee,
A fragile flower is crushed and thrown into the sea,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…

A lost dark cloud gusts by in the air without raining,
Inner strength seems like entirely draining,
A soil that seems like a drought and quenchless,
A glacier that melts and volume of ocean become endless,
When breathing finds no space and made restless,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…

A prince losing his domain and territory,
A novelist feeling lost in his own story,
Colors that get faded from artist’s art,
A missed target by a player from its dart,
A pain of shattered soul and broken heart,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…

The roots cuts from a green tree that was flourish,
The floral smell split away from its own part of nourish,
A soul separates from body for another start,
Loosing beats from poet’s poetry and rhyme,
It’s like tasting death every time,
This is what we feel whenever we take apart…

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Bliss of Togetherness

It's the most dreamed and awaited moment,
When you came to meet, in front of me,
I hugged you tight to absorb happiness,
To take in, our longing togetherness.

You too hold me strong, for a long time,
To say, yes I am here with you dear,
I want to touch you, to feel your presence,
To believe that you are close to me and near.

I entered into my prince's monarchy,
I want to bestow all love which I have,
You visualize, making me princess at this jiffy,
Your fingers rolled into hair those were frizzy.

I dropped eyelids to unlock my senses, casually,
Your gentle touches took me to another galaxy,
I surrender myself, into your arms to smother,
Locked and close, to hear heartbeat of each other.

We gaze and eyes meet with another pair of eye,
Felt lost in each other's magical whimsy, 
A magnetic force joined two bodies firmly,
The two affectionate craving souls unify.

We showered kisses to show our adoration,
An aroma of love fused and merged between us,
Unpleasant sore of separation seemed to be healed,
Bliss of togetherness is now mutually revealed.

Tuesday, 31 January 2017

उनकी ख़ामोशी

चुप सी है ये फ़िज़ा, ये ज़मीं, ये आसमां, समंदर मे लहरें भी गुम सी लगतीं हैं,

चाँद भी छुप गया बादलों में, फूलों से तितलियाँ भी रूठी सी लगती हैं।

सब कायनात मौजूद है अपनी जगह, ज़िंदगी की रफ़्तार थमीं सी लगती है,

सितारों की रोशनी ज़रा मध्धम सी है, पत्तों से शबनम सूख गई लगती है।

वो बादलों की पनाहों में छुपता सूरज, चाँदनी अमावस में खोई सी लगती है,

अंदाज़ है सब बदला-सा, कुछ दिलचस्प ना रहा, अब हर चीज़ बद-मज़ा सी लगती है।

वो शक्स बन गया जीने की वजह, बिन उस के ज़िंदगी बेमायने सी लगती है,

एक दिन भी बात, गर ना हो उनसे, तो हर सू ख़ामोशी ग़ूजने सी लगती हैं।

यू तो हर रंग मे है ज़िंदगी मंज़ूर हमें, उसकी हर जियात्ती भी अपनी लगती है,

उनकी ख़ामोशी से, फ़िज़ा में बिखर जाता है संनाटा-सा और ये ज़िदगी बेनूर लगती है।

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Time wave

Time wave came and touched me,
A touch that brought a lot of change,
A few grey hair in my dark hair locks,
Stole my youth and made me look strange.

I get tired easily, mentally and physically,
That is taking me towards my dark grave slowly,
Children have grown up and moved to discover,
The world, waiting for them, with open arms.

Friends fighting their own battles of life,
I am lonesome as a mother and an aged wife.
Feeling as if I am losing that which was my own,
I am like furniture, put in the dumping zone.

Recollecting and recalling, all that I made in the past,
Did I return something to the world or not?
Is bearing motherhood just enough in life?
Or rearing as a good human is key and rife?

I gave everything to nurture my house and my partner,
Is that enough to pass the legacy as gardener?
I had left a few painted canvases hidden in my wardrobe,
Several unheard songs sung to echo on globe.

Emotive poetry written in rhyme and rhythm,
Few flowers embroidered on some clothes with wisdom,
I want to hand over all this cherished property,
Would anyone come to my funeral to claim my dead body?

Thursday, 5 January 2017

An Interesting review of my novel

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Wednesday, 28 December 2016

A wound

There is wound deep inside given by you,
It hurts, it pains, it makes me restless,
When I smiles, blood drips inside me,
The more I try to forget, more it hurts.

It is erstwhile, poignant and invisible,
But ache is constant and unbearable,
Irritation drives me crazy bit by bit,
More I try to overlook, darling it hurts.

I always swallowed my trouble and kept mum,
Throbbing of my ache, conveyed to none,
Now I bear enough, feel drained and exhausted,
Want to scream in my last, it hurts, it hurts….