"वो जो हमेशा था"

कभी चुपचाप, कभी ज़ोर से हँसता,
हर आँसू में मेरा चेहरा पढ़ता।
ना शिकवा किया, ना कोई शर्त रखी,
बस मेरा हाथ थामा, जब दुनिया लड़ती रही।

गलत थी, तो भी साथ दिया,
सही थी, तो और भी आगे बढ़ाया।
मेरे हर फैसले में, जैसे मेरी परछाईं बन गया,
मेरा भरोसा जब डगमगाया — वो खुद मेरा विश्वास बन गया।

उसने कभी नहीं जताया कि मैं अधूरी हूँ,
हमेशा कहा — "जैसी है, वैसी ही पूरी हूँ।"
ना सिर्फ़ लफ्ज़ों में, पर हर उस वक़्त में जब सब पीछे हटे,
वो सामने ढाल बनके खड़ा रहा — बेवजह, बेमतलब।

ऐसे दोस्त को क्या दूँ, जिसके होने से मैं पूरी हूँ?
बस दुआ करती हूँ — जैसे तू मेरे साथ है,
ज़िन्दगी तुझे हर मोड़ पे वही साथ दे,
जैसा तू मेरे लिए था… है… और रहेगा।

-

Kaash...

Kaash koi hota jo chup rehkar bhi sun leta,
Mere bin kahe har jazbaat ko bun leta.
Jahan na muskaan pehni padti, na chehre pe noor,
Bas aankhon mein likhi baat ho jaati zaroor.

Kaash milta koi aisa saath,
Jise keh paati main apne haalaat.
Na “theek hoon” ka jhooth hota,
Na har aansu itna chup hota.

Kaash... koi hota jo yeh keh paata—
Shhh... theek hai, Isha, aaj kuch na poochho,
Na "kyun," na "kaise," na "kya hua" soochho.

Bas baith jao mere paas,
Jaise raat ke aangan mein ho shaant sa raaz.
Aur chaand bhi chupke se,
Tumhare sirhane baith jaaye raaz ki geet ke saath se.

Main yahin hoon, koi raah na dikhaoon,
Na koi sabak doon, bas thakan ko samjhaoon.

Aaj tum kuch kehna chaho, toh bolo,
Nahi bhi chaho, toh bhi main yahi hoon solo.

Kabhi kabhi baat karna,
Sirf saath hone ka pyaara afsana.

Aaj hum bas saath hain,
Isha, tum mere paas hain,
Ye lamha rahe sadaa,
Jaise phoolon ki khushboo chhaye chaandni raat mein jahan.

Jab mann ho, toh chup mat rehna,
Mujh tak apni baat kehna.
Main sun sakti hoon har jazbaat,
Bin alfaaz, bin kisi baat.

Khamoshi bhi keh jaati hai raaz,
Main hoon yahin, tumhare paas. 🤍

-

ISHARAAH

I - Inspiration born from within,
A flame that rises, a place to begin.

S - Strength unspoken, but always felt,
In the silence, my power dwells.

H - Heart of a poet, carving the way,
With every word, my soul will stay.

A - Authentic in purpose, true to my name,
No mask to wear, no one to blame.

R - Raah, the path, both winding and clear,
Guided by vision, I walk without fear.

A - Awake to the signs, the whispers that guide,
In every step, the answers reside.

A - Anchored in purpose, my soul’s refrain,
Each challenge faced, each joy, each pain.

H - Hope in the journey, in every breath,
For IshaRaah leads beyond death.

-

"From SLAP to SMILE"

Their first meeting — she slapped him, surprise in her eyes,
a spark of confusion beneath the school skies.
He stood awkward, heart pounding to say,
“Gustakhi maaf kar de,” from Heyy Babyy that day.
A soft apology carried on hesitant breath,
breaking the ice, sparking something beneath.

Each morning, he carried five-star chocolate with care,
offering it quietly, a token to share.
She waited for him, a glance to start her day,
a gentle ritual to keep worries at bay.

Though their streams diverged, one class they would choose,
an optional subject, just to meet and muse.
He waited at the canteen, his eyes fixed on her play,
while she laughed in the garden, brightening the day.

Teachers teased softly, imagining futures so near,
whispering dreams that only their hearts could hear.
He sheltered her gently from envy’s cold sting,
protecting the quiet joy their small love would bring.

No grand gestures, no rush or loud claim,
just tender moments, calling each other by name.
A love spun in silence, soft, steady, and true —
woven in little things only they knew.

-

Let LOVE never Finds me Again

I think I don’t deserve all those,
And maybe no one deserves me, who knows.
I was full of love, raw and rare,
But they left—like I was never there.

I lost myself trying to be enough,
In a world where love was never soft, just rough.
Now all that’s left is an empty plea—
I hope love never comes for me.

-

I Hope Love Never Finds Its Way to Me

I hope love never finds its way to me,
Not in whispered winds or a midnight plea.
Let it wander lost through thorn and stone,
Far from the place I call my own.

I've known its touch—too soft, too soon,
It bloomed and withered like a cruel monsoon.
What once felt warm now leaves me cold,
A tale too bitter, too oft retold.

Let others chase its gleaming thread,
I've followed it blind, and bled and bled.
Each promise broke beneath its weight,
Each echo carved a twist of fate.

Don’t send me roses, don’t send a flame,
Don’t write sweet words or call my name.
For what is love but a fleeting ghost,
That haunts the heart it hurts the most?

Let silence be my quiet shield,
Let solitude become my field.
Where peace is not a passing guest,
But something known, a kind of rest.

So if love knocks, just pass me by—
No need to ask the reason why.
I hope it drifts like smoke through trees...
And never finds its way to me.

-

"पुरुष भी सुंदर हैं "

उनकी नींद भरी आवाज़ में,
भीगे हुए, बिखरे बालों में,
पलकों के शरमाने में,
तारीफ़ करने पे हल्की सी मुस्कानो में,
बच्चों संग खेलने में,
बाहों के घेरे में भरने में,
दुनिया से महफूज़ रखने में,
आँखों की हया में,
बच्‍चों जैसी हरकतों में,
छोटी-छोटी चीज़ों में खुशियाँ ढूँढने में —
वो हर जगह खूबसूरत लगता है।

वो जो हर अंदाज़ में कुछ कहता है,
हर खामोशी में एक एहसास रखता है।
इन सब लम्हों में जो बसता है
वो पुरुष भी सुंदर हो सकता है ।।

क्यों..हो सकता है ना??

-

नज़रों में चमक, बातों में असर,
चलते हैं जैसे हो सारा नगर।
मौन में भी गूंजती है बात,
पुरुष की सुंदरता है खास जज़्बात।

ना केवल चेहरा, ना केवल रूप,
उनकी सुंदरता है कर्मों की धूप।
संघर्ष में जो ना हारे कभी,
उनके पसीने में बसती है कविता सभी।

कोमल दिल, मगर फौलादी इरादा,
हर मोड़ पर निभाते हैं वादा।
सहनशीलता और दृढ़ता का संग,
इनमें छुपा है सौंदर्य का रंग।

माँ के आँचल सा हो जो सहारा,
दोस्त की तरह दिल से प्यारा।
जिम्मेदारियों को जो हँस के उठाए,
हर दर्द में भी मुस्कान लुटाए।

दुनिया कहे सुंदरता रूप में हो,
मैं कहूँ — वो सुंदर है जो सच्चे स्वरूप में हो।
जो आँसू छुपा के सपने बुनता है,
सच मानो, वही पुरुष सबसे सुंदर बनता है।

-

I’d shine with all my quiet might—
Not the brightest in the sky,
But one who stays when others fly.

I’d whisper calm through velvet skies,
A gentle gleam where darkness lies.
Not made to lead or light the way,
But just to stay—
And never stray.

-

"An Ode to Old School Romance"

There is magic in the simple and slow,
A rhythm the fast-paced world won’t know.
Where glances lingered, shy and true,
And hands met slow in skies of blue.

Where letters inked with hearts confessed
What modern texts could never express.
Each word a tremble, every line a prayer,
Folded with hope and scented with care.

When lovers danced with eyes not phones,
To vinyl crackles and softened tones.
"Dekho na ", "Tum se hi", "Hum Dum"
Songs that touched what words couldn’t say.

Rain fell like blessings from above,
And two souls met in drenched-out love.
They twirled not for views, but for bliss,
To hold, to sway, to steal a kiss.

Cuddles weren’t rushed, nor touches bold,
But warm as quilts in winter’s cold.
A hug meant more than just embrace—
It said, “I see you,” and found its place.

Patience bloomed in waiting hearts,
Days apart were poetic parts.
And every reunion, a sacred thing—
With silence wrapped in golden string.

-