I'm in Love

I don’t love you ...
May be I love you like a cool breeze
In a scorching hot noon
Nor to stick to me forever, but
Leave me chilled soon!!
Or like a red rose, amidst
Vigorous schedule
Encouraging me to live and wilt!

Also linked to: Monday Poetry Train Revisited
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Limerick: Horse's tale

There once was a man from Nantucket,
He had a wife too but, just chuck it!
It was his horse that matters
A favorite of the latter's,
Ate her newly bought denim jacket.

Limerick, a new form of poetry writing. Learnt it here, in The Writer's Lounge.
The following link has a good set of Limericks and I'm sure you will love to check it out: Yesterday's Island
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A Love Sublime

She left
And then suddenly,
I felt left alone
Alone again
In the same corner of the world.
There I was
Where I was
Sitting for years all together
Gather nothing with passing time.
I know
I lost
A love sublime!

Linked in Sunday Scribblings #153 - "Listen up because this is important!"

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Haiku: Dark Night

Dark night yet again
The stars twinkling, yet again
Lone Tan, yet again!

I learnt about Haiku here, in The Writers Lounge. A new facet of poetry writing. Loved it too much. I will invite you all to try it. Its nice. Looks simple, but it is not. The above is not my first Haiku. You can find the First set of Haiku I wrote here, posted in the Lounge. I know that Haikus do not rhyme, but the one I posted above did – somehow. Adjust!

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कहाँ हो तुम?

तेरी आँखों में मैं
खो गया हूँ
कुछ इस तरह से
जैसे बादल में खो जाता है चन्द्रमा ।

तेरी होंटों को
छूने की चाहत है
कुछ ऐसा
जैसे वोही मेरे दिलकी है रहनुमा ।

तेरी गेसुओं की तले
रात भर सोना चाहता हूँ
तेरी बाँहों में आके
आँख भर रोना चाहता हूँ,
तुझे ढूंढे मेरी हर साँस
तुझे पुकारे आता जाता हर लम्हा ॥

Sahityika suggested the second stanza to be like this (3/5/09):

तेरे होंटों को
छूने की चाहत है
कुछ ऐसी
जैसे तू ही मेरे दिल की है रहनुमा ।

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Conversation

Cover my face, I don’t want to see
O my friend, what’s happening all around me?
Neither can I sleep at night in peace. Nor
Visualize the agony in the eyes of the broke
Every now and then when I looked around
Rivers of blood are what I found
Sailing on them with flags of terror
Are those brutal who’re killing the hour,
Taking lives of millions of innocents
Igniting upheaval between sister strands -
Organized criminals are enjoying bliss!
Now is the time, to put an end to this.

Visit Acrostic Only for more such Acrostic Poetries...
Dedicated to the Sri Lankan Cricket team; after what has happened today in Lahore!
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How much you love me

Even if you want to go
Even if you would never show
In the deepest of my heart, I will know
HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME
In the deepest of my heart, I will know
Even if you would never show
Even if you want to go

4 More Wonderful NaisaiKus check: NaisaiKu Challenge III

Also posted at: Monday Poetry Train Revisited #17.

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Love You Dear

Let’s share life
Once more
Violating the rules. Now,
Even more

Years passed
Over the edge
Under the same roof

Dealt with life
Every time
And again
Reassessing all proof'!

Crossposted this in The Writer's Lounge on February 23, 2009

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Life Goes On

Inspired from Life Goes On in The Writer's Lounge

Little world
Insufficient friends
Failed relationships
Endless rendezvous

Ghostly appearances
Online chats
Eager weekends
Specious retrospect

Only because
No attachments!

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Good Bye My Friend

As I say good bye
I love you, but I am shy
I hope this is no end
GOOD BYE MY FRIEND
I hope this is no end
I love you, but I am shy
As I say good bye

Catch more awesome posts at: NaisaiKu Challange II

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Heads Or Tails #79 - Case

You can try this at Heads or Tails - Home of the Tuesday Meme

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Shona was bathing in the pond near her house. It is not their own, but since it is in the neighborhood, everyone in her house used to bath in this pond. A fishpond, but habitually used for bathing and washing. Where else would everybody go? They had only two ponds in the village and the other one is strictly used by the fisheries. She dipped in a couple of times and came out. She was about to keep the soap on the rock near her and it just slipped out of her hands and fell into the water. She dipped in again and searched for a long time, but could not retrieve it. She cried, but no one came to her aid, for it was noon and everybody was busy working in the fields. No one had time to search a soap cake in water for this 7 years old kid. She was alone. She was helpless and she was at fault. This is the second soap in two months that her father bought her a soap cake and she lost it. A soap might cost a huge sum and that was the reason father never used to get her one that frequently. Father will be fuming on this and may not buy her any more soap in the future. She has lost her soap now – probably the last one! Her bathing was over.

She cried for a couple of minutes more, but once she realized that there would be no one coming towards her, she stood up. She gathered her wet cloths and started walking back towards home.

“It’s not my fault at all,” she told to herself. “I asked father to bring a soap case along with the soap. He did not bring it last time too. I warned him about this. Maybe, I did. Whatever, but it’s not my fault. It’s his fault that I lost the soap today. I would not cry anymore. Why should I? Even Lailee lost her soap the other day and she borrowed mine. And this time, it’s not my mistake. I’ll ask father to buy me one more soap and this time and a soap case as well – the pink one!” She was confident now and had all the answers to father’s probable questions.

Shona talked to herself all the way home. She was convinced that it was not her liability that the soap was lost. She was even prepared to face her father now and was sure to scold him for not buying her the case. She would not let him escape by scolding her for no fault of her own. After all, the soap was lost for the want of a case!

She looked around as she crossed the fencing around their house. There was no one there; probably the ladies were all asleep and her father was obviously in the field. She crept in silently. She went to the hanging lines and hung her cloths. She paid her regards to the Gods in the small temple and went inside the house. Everybody else was asleep, as she thought. She went to the kitchen and had her lunch. It was almost time to go to play now and she did not waste a single moment to reach Lailee’s house. She had forgotten about the soap totally by now.

She came back before dusk, cleaned herself and took out her books. She sat on the mat with a bowlful of puffed rice mixed with onions and some mustard oil. It was almost dark and she had to use the lantern. She has just started learning the alphabet and it was fun for her. Everything was so new and funny. No one in the house could read any of those symbols there. If it would not have been for her selfless teaching, her father would not have been able to recognize anything from that book. She was proud because of that and used to put a lot of effort while studying and teaching. She had almost finished the alphabet now and would start learning the digits in some days. She was very happy. She took out the book and started to read the letters on top of her voice.

“Shonaaa…” Her father called her aloud once he entered the premises of the house. She ran out of the house and leaped on him, as any other good evening. The very touch of her father sunk something deep inside her. She remembered the soap! Oh! All her happiness disappeared. She felt vanquished. All her thoughts of self confidence vanished. She was in her father’s arms – the safest place in the world she knew; but that could not stop her from howling out! She grabbed her father with both hands; as tightly as possible and broke into tears. Father kept on asking what happened but did not get a reply. She kept on shedding tears as he was holding her close to him. She cried and cried more and when she was tired, she slept – all the time in her father’s arms. After a long time when there was no more sound and no more tears on his shoulders, the father realized that Shona was asleep. He shook her a little and got no response. He took her to the bed and slowly but carefully laid her down. Just before he left her, two words came out of her mouth, which made no sense to him, “Soap Case.”

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Shadow Dancing

She stood there in the cold
Hiding her shivering hand,
All alone, by herself
Digging down into the sand.

On her mind there is me
Whether she likes it or not,
Deep down inside her heart
And in whatever she has got!

Now tides were touching her feet
Cold, as cold as it would be
In the middle of nowhere,
Nelly was standing, thinking of me
God! That’s where I wanted to be.

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A Rainy Encounter

It was another Monday and he knew not what to do. The morning was broken and no Sun rose. Dark clouds covered the sky like a thick blanket. A few beams of light came out from here and there but could never match the sunshine he had yesterday. The sip on the cup of tea was bleak – it tasted like syrup and looked like mud water. He kept the cup aside and stood up from the easy chair. He removed the yellow dirty curtains with his shivering hands and moved out in to the verandah. The indoor plants there were still wet from the late night drizzle and so were the streets down. He held the railings tightly and looked up once again towards the sky.

Drops of pearl are hiding
Behind the blanket of cloud
The glacier of rains
Not moving but shouting aloud.

Go away, O cloud great,
Let there be sunshine,
Let the rays pierce my heart
And reach this soul of mine.

No, it would not rain soon, he thought. Is it good time to go out? He looked at his watch, probably for the tenth time this morning and it tells the same time. It was time to sit back at home and get more bored. He turned back towards the door of the verandah and leaned backwards on the railings. He took out the small linen piece to clean his spectacles, again for the tenth time probably. It was shining like gold by now. He cleaned it once more and went inside.

He turned on the TV to see if there was anything interesting. Astha Channel! Damn! There is nobody home today. He need not pretend to be watching this freaking channel anymore. He turned on the Sports Channel. WWF – yeah, the program to watch now. He liked this fat man in red and white, but could not recall his name. Whatever, he was good – he thrashed those two bulldogs the other day and it was fun to watch. Let’s see what he does today to this bear in yellow.

“साब, मैं जाऊँ?” (“Sir, may I go?”) the maid enquired. She has always been so nice to him. Always ready to serve him the way he wants. She’s probably the only person in the world who takes good care of him. Probably an ‘achhut’ (untouchable) – pretty dark, tall and exposing! She must be in her late twenties. She has all those immature gestures of that age. Probably unmarried too, but he never had the guts to ask her. These people do not clad that way too, so you cannot just tell if they are married just by looking at them.

“साब, अब मैं जाऊँ?” (“Sir, may I go now?”) the maid enquired again. Damn!

“सिउली, बेठ न थोडी देर. घर में कोई नही है. थोडी देर बय्ठ्के चली जाना.” (“Shiuli, stay for some time. There is no one in the house. Stay for some time and then go.”)

“साब, दूसरी जगह भी जाना है.” (Sir, I need to go to another place too.)

“अभी, अभी जाना है?” (“Do you need to go right now?”)
“हम्म, नही. थोडी देर बय्ठ्के जाती हूँ.” (“Hmm, no. I shall stay for some time.”)

She sat near him, alongside his easy chair. He felt anxious. She was sitting so close to him that he almost could smell her sweat. He hoped that it starts raining and never stops now.

Rain now,
As if you never did
Wash away the earth along
For, it’s you now, whom I need!

Rain hard,
As long as you want to,
Don’t ask me why, now
Just that I want you.

He could easily feel that Shiuli did not take much interest in wrestling. So, he gave the remote to her and asked her to select a channel she would like to watch. She took the remote with a tiny leap, but then looked back at him as if asking permission. He smiled at her and winked. She was all smiles. Could not read much though, but she was happy getting this unexpected privilege. She browsed through the channels and finally held on to a Hindi movie channel which was showing a not-so-new movie on it. Shiuli seems to be enjoying.

He could not look at her directly, even if he wanted to. He tried to move within his chair as far as possible, but could not get a glimpse of her. He moved again and again in quick succession, but still Shiuli’s beautiful face was away from him. He could feel the togetherness and the proximity, not knowing if Shiuli was feeling the same. He did not care for that. He was trying to get as close as possible, in his own way, from within the boundary of the easy chair.

“गोविंदा मेरा सबसे मनपसंद हीरो है साबजी. आपको भी अच्छा लगता है?” (Govinda is my favorite hero, Sir. Do you like him too?”)

He came out tearing through the spell of her beauty.

“हाँ, हाँ क्यों नही. बहोत अच्छा है. और कौन अच्छा लगता है तुझको?” (“Yes, why not? Whom else do you like?”)

“गोविंदा, शाहरुख़, अमिताभ और सलमान. आपको?” (“Govinda, Shahrukh, Amitabh and Salman. And who’s your favorites?”)

“हाँ, मुझे भी.” (“Yes, I too like them.”)

It started to rain outside. It was drizzling, but now it was heavy – just what he wished for. Shiuli was getting more relaxed and friendly with him. She let go the knot in her hair and let it loose. A subtle fragrance filled the atmosphere. He could feel it – more with every breath he took. At times, she would catch hold of the leg of the easy chair and would shake it. The sudden movement would set a chilling feeling in his spine. He was very excited – a feeling of freedom and mischief was filling his mind. He was about to ask her to close the door to the verandah when she looked up at the wall clock.

“मर गयी साब! नौ बज गया. मुझे दूसरी जगह भी जाना है.” (“Oh My God Sir! It’s 9 o’clock now. I need to go to another place too.”)

“चली जाना. ये फ़िल्म तो खतम करले.” (“Finish this film and go.”)

“नही साब. मुझे अभी जाना होगा. घर में मेरा एक साल का एक बच्चा भी है. अकेला है वो. मुझे अभी जाना होगा.” (“No Sir. I need to go now. I have left my one year old kid back home. It is alone. I need to leave now.”) With these words, she stood up and started to tie her hair.

He was dumbstruck! He never saw that coming, not from any direction he could think of. He felt lost. He felt selfish. He felt weird and shitty. Ashamed! He knew not how to react. A weird feeling filled his head and the feeling moved down through the throat and chest and reached his stomach. It was almost aching! He sat straight in the easy chair, trying to relax. He was breathing heavily – almost audible. He wanted to walk up to the door and open the door by himself, but could not even stand up. His heart was sinking and he could feel it. He could utter no word.

Rain O rain,
Stop pouring!
Take a break and stop for sometime
Let her reach her goal. Then rain again!

The downpour slowed down. Shiuli left, not before reminding him of the glass of milk and his medicines. He raised his right hand as if he promised her to have those on time. She locked the door behind her and threw the key from beneath the door. He need not move towards the door. He could not. He was too ashamed to have looked at her again or to move any further. He sat there for I-don’t-know-how-long. The delicate scent of her body, hair and sweat prevailed, but he could not feel it anymore.

He stood up holding his knees. He walked up to the door to the verandah, removed the curtains and leaned on the railings. He remembered today to be another Monday morning. He ardently hated this time every week for four years, since the time he retired. It was not raining anymore, but the streets down were all wet. He looked up in despair. I am not sure, but probably he cried – for one last time!

A feeling so impure
I felt today,
I would shed tears, but then
Laugh, you may.

What would you do there?
Come down and pour on me
Drench me, soak me and clean me
O Cloud great, I pray to thee…

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Eternal Wait

How long will it last
I cannot love what I do not trust
Will there be any end
To this ETERNAL WAIT
Will there be any end
I cannot love what I do not trust
How long will it last

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Living Without You

Life has been so lonely
I am missing you tonight
It’s been so painful
LIVING WITHOUT YOU
It’s been so painful
I am missing you tonight
Life has been so lonely

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NaisaiKu: Will You Love Me Too

I cry my heart out
Can you see me crying, my love
Will you hold me close?
WILL YOU LOVE ME TOO?
Will you hold me close?
Can you see me crying, my love
I cry my heart out

Learnt this style of writing from NaisaiKu..
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अनोखी बात

I read this poem है लावा होने की ललक अब here at मेरा अस्तित्व ।

Here is my view in its continuation।

ये कैसा मोड़ आया है जीवन में
उमंग है और जोश भी
आँखों में है मदहोशी पर
जेहन में है होश भी ।
कल तक मैं समझता था
के कोई आयेगा और पुचकारेगा
ना है अब किसीका इंतज़ार, ना घबराहट
कुछ लावा है दिलमे और कुछ आक्रोश भी ॥

आज ऐसा क्या हुआ है?
चिडियां अचानक ही गीत गाने लगे
हर तरफ़ है कुछ खुशी सा, फेला हुआ
लोग और भी प्यारे नज़र आने लगे ।
कुछ छुट गया, कुछ छुटने वाला है
शीशे का दिल मेरा भी टूटने वाला है
दिल बर्दाश्त ना कर सका ये तन्हाई
जो मिले, हम उन्हिसे मोहब्बत करने लगे ॥
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इन्तेज़ार

किसीके इन्तेज़ार में
बय्ठे हैं हम राहों में
बरसो बीत गये
ना कोई आया
ना आँखों के समीप
नाही मेरे खयालों में ॥

प्यार तो नहीं था
पर प्यार के ही राहों में हम थे,
ना ज़मीन, ना आसमान था
हर जगह बस हम ही हम थे ।

साहिलों में बय्ठे हुए
उस पार सुरजको डूबते और निकलते हुए देखा
बंध मुट्ठी मे से जैसे रेत निकलती हो
कित्ने ही लम्हे हमने वैसे फिसलते हुए देखा ।

किसीके इन्तेज़ार में
बय्ठे हैं हम राहों में
खूब रोये पर
किसीने याद नहीं की
ना बयठाया पलकों पे किसीने
नाही अपने बाहो में ॥

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Welcome

There has not been a day
That I did not remember you.
There has not been a night
That I did not miss you.
For, you were always with me,
In my thoughts and my breaths
There has not been a moment
That I did not love you.

With oceans and mountains in between us
You have made sure you come closer to me,
With every moment that passes by
I feel you much nearer to me.

This time has always been taken a lot from us
This distance has always been tearing us apart
I could, but I never said how much I love you,
I say now, “Come straight to my heart.”

And life will be happy
As it never was
The time will be cheerful
As it never was
The distance will vanish,
As if it was never there
We will live happily ever after,
When you will come near, my dear!

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तेरे बिना

सुनी सुनी होगी ये ज़िन्दगी तेरे बिना,
मसले फूलों सी होगी ये ज़िन्दगी तेरे बिना ।
जिस राह से तू गुज़रा करती थी हमेशा से
उस राह में ही रुकी होगी ये ज़िन्दगी तेरे बिना ॥

जितना प्यार तुने दिया है मुझको,
शयेद ही मैं उतना प्यार किसीसे अब कर पाऊं
तेरे साथ साथ कभी चल तो न सका,
शायेद तेरी राह ताकते हुए ही मैं मर जाऊँ ।
आंखें प्यासे, पलकें बोझल, नींदें गूम हो जाएँगी, तेरे बिना ॥

कल अगर तू चली जायेगी
तो आँखों से नूर चला जायेगा
कोई जो कभी भी पास नहीं थी,
अब सदा के लिए दूर चला जायेगा ।
फिज़ा वीरां, समां खामोश, राहें सुनी हो जाएँगी, तेरे बिना ॥

बहोत हो गया यूँ रातों को जागना
यूँ पलकें उठाके खिड़की से ताकना
तू कभी नहीं आई, न आने का पय्गाम भेजी
अब जा राही है, तो मेरा दिल भी साथ रखना ।
लोग बैमान, ज़माना गैर, अपने पराये हो जायेंगे, तेरे बिना ॥

मत जा, ए दोस्त मेरे
एक बस येही आरज़ू है दिलमे
फूल हज़ारों फिर से खिलेंगे
रौशनी फिरसे छा जायेगी मेहफिल्मे ।
दिल अकेला, प्यार नासूर, धड़कनें खामोश हो जाएँगी, तेरे बिना ॥

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A bug – a guru.

[This is my entry to the THE INSPIRATION POETRY CONTEST in The Writer's Lounge]

Crossposted in The Writer's Lounge

Here I sit, in this stranded cave
Having lost all –
My family, love, kingdom and people.
I have nowhere to go,
I await no one’s call –
In that bloody battlefield, I lost them all!

The battle so filthy,
It ruined me to dust –
My people betrayed, whom I trust
Still. Maybe it’s time
For me to bid goodbye –
After all that happened, I wonder why!

Where are you?
My loveliest –
The one to whom I sworn.
Traitor, yet my friend
Where have you gone?
Deceiving the land, where you were born!

Sitting here tonight,
I feel so low,
For, apart from the heavens, I’ve nowhere to go,
I flew from the arena
My people know
This shameful face of mine, I cannot show.

My sword, my friend
I plea to thee –
Cut off my head and set me free,
For, I have no choice
But to flee –
Tomorrow’s sunrise, I want not to see.

But stop. What is that bug on the wall?
Striving to climb up, yet so small,
Hurling a web and trying to mount
But each time it would surely fall.



No, wait! It is climbing now
Showing me the way exactly how
What a thought, that has crept in my mind!
“O Spider, my teacher, let me take a bow.”

Now I know! No need to fake it.
The world to you is the way you take it.
One thing that I have learnt for my life –
If you try, you will surely make it.
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मेरी ज़िन्दगी

खूब होता अगर तुम न होते
हम रातों को निंदभर सोते
खुश तो हम शायेद न होते
पर अकेले यूँ फिर न रोते...

ज़माने की परवा नही थी हमे
ज़माना हमारी किस काम की?
प्यार कभी तुने किया ही नही
साथ चली, पर बस नाम की ।

ज़िन्दगी तुमको हम
क्या कहे अब कहो
चाहो अगर तुम
दो घरी और रहो ।

तुम जो हो तो जिए जा रहे हम
खूब होता अगर तुम न होते ...


Tejpur, Assam
July 5, 2005
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Waiting too long…

Thinking of these wonderful years
Which I passed with eyes in tears
Maybe I could have sung a
…………………Brilliant song –
But, I have waited for you
I have waited too long.

An ocean of darkness was all around me
It was so hazy that I couldn’t see
When did the spring came
And when it was gone –
…………I have waited too long
Maybe, I have waited too long.

Birds that came, they did not stay
For every smile in face, I had to pay
Joy dies the very moment
As and when it was born –
…………I have waited too long
Yes, I have waited too long.

It was a dream when you came by
Smiling at me, you said, “Hi”
Holding your hands my pain was gone
I said, “I have been waiting too long –
………… “I have been waiting too long.”

Joy came in knocking at the door
I set my boat on sail once more
Until this time, it was rowing alone
…………I have been waiting too long
…………I have been waiting too long.

You are here, deep inside
What may happen with the next tide?
You may be leaving, I don’t know
Maybe you’ll be still beside…
But this is true, priced and known
That, I have been waiting too long
…………I have been waiting too long
……………………For you, baby
…………I have been waiting too long
……………………For you, maybe
…………I have been crying too long!!

Bikaner, Rajasthan
February 16, 2005

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मेरे गम

तुम न हुए गम तो फीर
हम जीए साहारे किसके
मौतआए तो लौट जाना
घरी भर ठहरो तो सही -
साथ चले उम्रभर हमारे
तो थोड़ी देर और सही ।

भूल सकता नही उन्हें
हर बार जो दगा देते हैं
हैं अनजान वफ़ा से पर
इल्ज़ाम-ऐ-वफ़ा देते है
आकर् साथ मेरे उनसे तुम
मिलो तो सही -


हमे अनजाम-ऐ-मुहब्बत का इल्म
हो या न हो
दौलत-ऐ-इश्क का गुमां
हो या न हो
इल्तेजा इत्नी है, हकीक़त-ऐ-बयाँ
हो तो सही -


Jorhat, Assam
July 3, 2005
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शब्द, कुछ शब्द

शब्द, कुछ शब्द -
. जिन्हें जोड़के कहानिया बनी
. जिन्हें मोड़के रास्ते बनाये गए ...
. कुछ ऐसे ही शब्दों का दास्ताँ है ये ज़िन्दगी ll



शब्दों के हैं कोई बादशाह तो कोई गुलाम है
शब्द - कहीं अघाज़ तो कहीं अंजाम है
शब्दों से तुम तुम हो, हम हम हैं
शब्दों से कोई मशहूर तो कोई बदनाम हैं
शब्दों से लुटाये गए कुछ नगमे
शब्दों से बंधे गया कुछ रिश्ते
शब्दों से ही उभर आती है खुशी
शब्दों से छुपाये गए कुछ गम हैं!

शब्दों में मिलन का पय्गाम होता है
शब्दों में कुछ खास तो कुछ आम होता है
शब्दों से ही कोई बड़ा, कोई छोटा है
शब्द - कहीं रहीम तो कहीं राम होता है ...
शब्द जो जुड़े तो इतिहास रची
शब्दों से क्रांति और आन्दोलन मची
शब्दों से बनी है कितने ही कबितायें
शब्दों से ही हर कवि का एक अलग नाम होता है!


शब्द, कुछ शब्द -
. जिनहें जोडके कहानिया बनी ll



Jorhat, Assam
June 30, 2005
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बेवफा दिल

दिल का क्या है
दिल तो लग जाती है वहां
जहाँ दिल लगाना मुनासिब न हो,
शरतें वफ़ा का ऐसी ही है यारो
दिलको क्यों बेवफा कहें?

हमने तेरे खातिर सनम
दिलको समझाएं बहोत,
उरती पंछी, बहता बादल को देखकर
दिल भी उरना चाहे कभी तो
दिलको क्यों बेवफा कहें?

एक ही ज़िन्दगी है हमारी
तेरे नाम जो कर दी है
तेरे हाथों में है दिल हमेशा
तेरे प्यार में डूबा हुआ है दिल
फिर बेवफाई क्यों करें?

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Now, I Move Up

[This is my Entry to the "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest in Clarity of Night]

[Entry # 87]

Cross Posted in The Writer's Lounge

I came back to consciousness when I felt the soft brushes of the escalator touching me over my jeans. I was standing on the stairs and they were ascending. The earth always moves; but I never sensed it before. How dumb I was! I kept on howling and repenting on my times of yore, when I was stagnant and everything else kept moving – in its own pace. Nothing stopped for me; none stopped for me. I wailed, when I found myself abandoned in life. I saw my people moving ahead and felt left out. I cried. I saw my life stuck in debris of faults, mistakes and losses. I stopped dreaming and I stopped craving for realizing them too. I had no aim in life. I lost all hopes.


This is when I met him – the man of my thoughts. He changed my life completely. He took me by my hands and led me into the world that constantly rotates and revolves. I no more expect people to stop for me and say a few words of praise. Now, I do whatever it takes to materialize my dreams and acquire everyone’s eulogy. How I wish to have met him earlier! He lifted me from the ashes as this escalator is lifting me to the next level. Today is the day I have been waiting for. Today is the day of triumph. I just need to reach the apex and step into a life where the escalators move up – only upwards!

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Love? It's You

Love is true

When love is you

It sprouts your strength

When you are in blue ...

Love is me

I can see in thee

For all the gains in love,

Pain is the fee ...

Do not despair,
For we are true
Come and hold my hands,
For, I love you ...

Another Inspired post ... after reading this Poem.

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Missing Her ...

“No, I’m leaving now.”

“Please stay. We have only ten more minutes and after that we can…”

She did not let me finish my words and stood up. She took her books, held them close to her chest and looked straight into Dr. K. P. Ranade’s eyes. He looked back.

“Sorry Sir, I need to go now. I’m getting late.”

Before he could utter a word, Gayatri was out of the class. He went (almost) running behind her as if to call her and raised his hand in anticipation. He was about to shout when he stopped. He came back with a dropped head and came close to the green board. He threw the chalk stick out of the window which got lost in the dark in a flash, and smiled; as if he was thinking of his olden golden days. He looked at me. I moved my eyes away from him.

“Class is adjourned for the day,” he said as he picked up the duster to clean his hand and the board.

Everybody looked at each other. This never happened in last two years here. We were used to Dr. Ranade’s four hours of class, two days a week and every week for the last two years. We were in dilemma, whether to move out or it was one more prank from this old prankster.

“Do I send you a card now? Get lost,” he shouted in the peak of his voice and the whole building shook. I felt my desk moving and we jumped from our chairs and went straight out of the class, into the lawn and out of the gate of the institute.

It is half past nine now and one and half hours for the schedule closure of classes. The watchmen looked at us in surprise. Does everybody know Dr. Ranade and his way of teaching? I doubt! I was amongst the first few who leaped out of the classroom. I got a glance of the old man’s eyes while leaving as if he was asking me to stay back and talk to him and help him out of his misery; but I was on my own hurry – and I rushed out to see if I can find Gayatri somewhere. I came out, crossed the road and asked Rajan, the shopkeeper to give me a light. I took one out of the cigarette box and lit it outside the dark shop. There was hardly any customer apart from us, the students of Prabhabati School of Business and Entrepreneurship. It was so dark that I could only see the main gate of our campus with the golden logo on it and the last part of the name of the college in silver.

“Did you see Gayatri around here? She came out a few minutes ago.” I held the cigarette between two fingers and asked Rajan, who went clueless. I knew he would not tell anything without any tip; but I did not have any to offer him. I went past the shop and crossed the road again and came closer to the gate. One of those ogling watchmen came running as if I was detonating a bomb there.

“I’m not coming in with the cigarette. Stop.” I held my palm up and told him. He stopped but strolled towards me.

“Did you see Gayatri, I mean, a girl in jeans and white jacket coming out of the class before us? She left just before us and came out. Did you see anything?”

“No.” He said and looked at me in anticipation. I took one more drag and left him stranded. A few of us went in their own vehicles and rest of us was waiting for the institute bus, to leave at eleven ten. I sat near the shop for a long time looking here and there, sometimes restlessly but could not locate Gayatri. She did not come till we left. The bus moved fast and I reached home in almost no time.

Gayatri did not turn up for the rest of the week. For some reason, Dr. Ranade skipped his next class too. Well, they say everything happens for the first time someday. We did not care much. I came back from school on Friday night and slept. I was tired.

“Sukanya, get up girl. It’s almost noon now. Your mother is waiting for you to go out.”

“Yes Bua, five minutes,” and I pulled the blanket and tried to steal those last moments of the morning sleep.

“There is news about your evening college. Some girl called Gayatri Ranade is missing for some days now and her father has advertised a callback. Check it when you wake up completely.”

Bua (My father’s sister) left leaving the paper on my bed side. The last few words rang in my head – Gayatri – missing – callback! I threw the bedspread and jumped on the paper, where I found the following note:


I could not read the number in full. My eyes were full of tears and Gayatri’s face appeared in front of me.

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আলো, আর মন্দ নয়

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Complicated.... (Contd.)

Backdrop: I write for the Writer's Lounge, and there are numerous writers in that blog, who write much well than what I do. I was reading through a poem posted by one of my mates there. The poem was as awesome as it would be. You will know if you would go through the poem available in this link. Now, after reading it, I felt that the write is incomplete and I asked myself what would happen in its continuation. I should give full credit to Mona, the author of the original poem, which encouraged me to write the following in continuation. I would request you to go through her poem before reading the following...

After a few years of moving on:

Life's worth it, I thought

I had to fight, and so I fought.

I reached there, where I am now

And I will move on, and stop not.

My fate was ill, but I stood still

I went back and won that hill,

I kept moving, even in the dark,

Holding on to a ray; and I reached the spark.

I moved on, with a desire in heart,

The world pulled me, but I acted smart.

I loved and I kissed, even when my world was inundated

It feels so easy now, as if life was never complicated.

[The same post is available here - link to The Writer's Lounge]

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