It's the night that brings back,
Memories from the stack,
Buried not so deep,
And too difficult to skip.
Eluding sleep from my eyes,
Replacing with the 'WHYs'
Questioning my decisions,
Asking all sorts of reasons.
It wasn't my mind,
But my heart,
Which never listened,
Let alone be controlled.
I wish technology could filter,
Recollections which have become so bitter,
And delete them permanently,
Never to recover them even accidentally.-
Situations can only be "controlled" with tolerance,
never be "mended".-
Determined as she was,
She kept her hopes high,
Though her life turned into circles,
That made her hypnotise.-
Thinking that death is an escape,
She tried it , to mend all her mistakes,
Not knowing that , death is actually a door,
To a new era into the same world,
Where you carry your past scores.-
सच कहा था उस परी ने ,
कि मेरा उससे दुबारा मिलना, अब सपनों में ही होगा ,
कि मेरे ख्वाहिशों का पूरा होना, अब सपनों में ही होगा ,
कि मेरी खुशियों का लौट आना, अब सपनों में ही होगा ,
सच कहा था उस परी ने ,
कि मुझे अपनों से प्यार मिलना, अब सपनों में ही होगा ,
कि मेरा वापस से ज़िन्दगी को जीना , अब सपनों में ही होगा ,
सच कहा था उस परी ने ,
हां , सपनों में ही होगा ।।-
" O Massive Sun ! "
Just yesterday , I saw you,
setting down the horizon.
Was it your last visit to me?
Will you not shine again ?
( read full poem in caption )-
Grounded are my dreams ,
underneath the ' to-do's ' of life.
Pinned are some basic needs ,
over the wishes in my list.
Covered are the paths like autumn ,
which once led to my fantasies.
Bounded are my desires ,
with all sorts of restrictions.-
"The Good And Bad Cycle"
The cycle of good and bad
has forgotten to rotate
and stopped at a point,
where only problems originate.
(read full poem in caption)-
"BREEZE"
"Hello ," said the wind chime,
as the cool breeze
entered through the window,
and played with it.
I closed my eyes,
and took a deep breath,
stretching my arms,
to let the breeze hug me.
I enjoyed it's wave,
as it danced along my hair
allowing some strands
to fall onto my face.
I strolled back the hair
behind my ear,
but it played naughty
and again swirled in the air.-
Tomorrow is finally the day,
when I will wish her 'hey' ,
No longer can I wait,
to see her enter through the gate.
A whole month at home,
was not easy to stay alone,
but her photos full of fun and grace,
were the reason of smile on my face.
I will not welcome her
with garland of flowers,
but smiles so broad,
and hugs with lots of love.
I will keep ready,
her favourite food so tasty,
that she will forget the journey's bends,
and lick her fingers even after the food ends.
I will listen to all her stories long,
of places where she had gone
and tell her my tales sadly,
of the days when I missed her so badly.-