Category Archives: Poems

Wo Safar…

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Kuchh lamhon se buna wo safar,

na vaqt ka hosh, na manzil ki khabar…

 

Khidki pe girti baarish ki boondein,

kho gai mai us pal mein is jag se aankhein moondein…

 

Wo saanson ki raftar,

aur wo aankhen jaise tez dhaar…

 

Paon zameen par magar dil udaan bhar gaya,

wo karvaan mujhe jannat dikha kar vida ho liya…

 

Ab ye pagal mann wahi afsana dohrata hai,

us jannat ko apna basera banana chahta hai…

 

Chhut chuka wo sheher, wo ghar,

ye baat man ne se ab bhi katrata hai…

 

 

P.S.  I was trying hard to write it in hindi but I seem to be hopeless in hindi…will improvise next time 🙂

P.P.S  This poem has multi dimensions and multi aspects to it, not just one, which are known only to me 🙂

Alvida…

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Zindagi ke is mod par…

fursat ke do pal chura liye…

Dekha jo pichhe mud kar…

hum muskura diye…

Safar ki in rahon me…

kabhi kahin mila tha ek humsafar…

Jiske sath karvan hua kuchh yun guzar…

tamanna hui ki ban jaye ab ye dagar hi hamara ghar…

Par na jane kismat ko kya manzoor tha…

use kuchh aur aur hume kuchh aur hi kubool tha…

Aaj na jane kyun phir ye dil ghabraya hai…

paya jo khud ko tanha…

to aaj fir wo yaad aya hai…

Par kadam karte apni manmani…

kehte ponch ye aankhon ka pani…

chal chalte hain ek nai dagar…

chal dhunde ek naya shahar…

bhool ja use jo do pal ka sathi tha…

zindagi ki kitab nahi…bas us kitab ki ek kahani tha…

chal ek naya jahan basaenge…

apne nishaan chhod jayen…

aisa kuchh kam kar jayenge…

A story of a galaxy far far away :) :)

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8160 its been....... Doesn't feel like that.
  with that expression on face for "Golden Nest",
  and fear of Black magic in eyes of yours,
  you started the clock against the countdown....
  to go somewhere far far from this world,
  with smiles in pieces and question in mind...
  you started to collect those pieces of sand,
  only god knows wheher you knew this or not,
  you were only creating your own nemesis...
  your patience against that mind & maddness,
  surrendering soul to those pentrating eyes....
  with some doubts and some questions,
  yet you remain on the course of journey....
  to find the harmony or for the finale,
  you came back to the 0,0,0,0 one more time....
  with one answer and lot of sand,
  with a smile on face & scarlett sparkle in eyes,
  you aimed to that galaxy far far away...
  in mind & in heart,
  you knew the answer... you always knew...
  still you decided to stick with Hawk,
  till the heights where venus-mars meets....


 8160 its been..... Doesn't feel like that.
  and the clock is ticking,
  countdown has already begun...
  time is near for hawk to land,
  for the final good bye....
  whether you know or not,
  a smile is already there on that star,
  on a galaxy very very far....
  wishing you with lots of love,
  blessing you from core of the star...
  before you know... before you feel,
  hawk will be long gone...
  carrying the wieght of sand & words..


  what more to say...
  what more to feel...
  its a story of a era,
  playing roles colors of this world..
  begun with a golden
  with flash in pink & white,
  with a fun of yellow,
  and love to that Black & white,
  and ending with again in golden...
  nothing more .... nothing less.
  nothing more..... nothing less.

8160 its been.... Doesn't feel like that.

P.S.  It’s a guest post written by a very dear friend of mine. This is special for me…gonna cherish this


					

This gift made me nostalgic…

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Shruti made a gel candle in school which she, everyday, lits
And, as she lits, she takes the candle to a corner and, on a chair, she sits
she fondly recalls her schooldays with chads and chhavs and some other tit-bits
while doing so, in her mind, a bunch of forgotten memories she knits

…those canteen bread pakoras and those back seats
…those annual functions and those class skits
…. those “literally dumb charades” and  “Raja mantri chor sipahi” played using silly chits
…. at her dismissal, Shruts used to flutter her eyes as if she’s having fits
…. but when it comes to academics, longest was her list of merits

In another room, it is Chhavi who admits..

… saying sorry to someone could sometimes be the worst mistke one commits (LOL)
….but without friends life will be full of deficits
…. that 12th Board maths exam was a horror of digits
…..which made her think were all mathematicians world’s biggest dimwits???

Chads, the camel, also has some additions and edits

….she recalled the days she made us rofl with her one liner explicits
….her height and jokes were her biggest hits
… so lovely was her voice which one doesn’t develop but only inherits
.. she was sarcastic but she knew her limits

Today everyone is occupied in their own pursuits
Meeting everyday, our busy lives do not permit
So we decided to go catch up one day and reconcile emotional debits
And of all the recents hits…
…the movie we went to see was purely co-incidentally titled “Friends with benefits”
And, “Friends Never Change”  and remain the same in manner and wits

There is no time like ‘school days’ is what one always admits
Like school friends, there was, is and will never be anyyyy social circuit
We may be mature, but what really die hard are our old habits..

Thinking of this, to everyone, Chhavs solicits
Once in a while, it is best to pay your friends those long overdue visits………………………………..

P.S. This is a poem written by a friend of mine whom I cajoled to be a guest here 😛  Thanks

Photo Courtesy:  Me   😛 😛

 

The beginning of Guest Blogging

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In this world you will meet MANNNYY

but there will be no one like ANNNIIIEE

She came into my closed cocooned life from a small cranny

She wants only your love and does not want any PENNY

anddd she is THE GIRL I wud love to take home to my Granny

She is a veggie like me coz she is a Jaini

Her sense of style is uncanny

In her lap it feels like she is my Nanny

With her my dry life also becomes Rainy

I would love to be her SLAVE in her TYRANNY

P.S. This is the first guest post here by a very dear friend of mine…thank you…the beginning of Guest Blogging…the beginning of a milestone…yay 🙂

I am…Post 47

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I am a sum of all that I’ve read

I am an explorer of the paths I tread

I am a mix of all the people I met

I am an alter ego of my friend

I am a writer

I am a dreamer

 

I am a connoisseur

I am a traveller

People criticise me for my self-obsession

and misunderstand me for my passions

But, I don’t care

love me or start learning to bear

P.S.  A thought on my favorite line “LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME”