तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जो बसर धीरे धीरे
काटीं की चुभन होगी कम धीरे-धीरे
तेरी खुश्बू में जो डूबे हम धीरे-धीरे-
Moonlight is my light.
It helps me bloom.
It teaches me to love.
Moonlight is my armour.
It holds me up.
Daylights are cruel.
They tear me apart.
They drive me away.
But moonlight…
Moonlight is my light.
Moonlight is my soul light.
I feel safe.
I feel connected.
And so—
I carry this moonlight within me,
forever aglow.
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Moonlight — My Soul Light
I was a 10-year-old lost girl
at a boarding school,
when I saw a full moon.
That memory of
the full moon!
The moonlight…
It felt like it was made just for me,
my moonlight.
It reminded me of my family back home.
I felt protected
as though wrapped in my father’s warm embrace.
I felt loved,
as though cradled in my mother’s gentle lap.
I felt at home,
whenever I glanced upon the moon.
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No Fire
My love for him turned to dust.
Our hearts were shattered.
Our lives, broken.
My love for him drained,
it finally found a home:
dirt.
There was no fire.
There was no infidelity.
Our love was lost to
the silences we chose.
Betrayal.
Sarcasm dominated the conversation.
Bitterness erupted uninvited.
The love that tied us together
turned into anger and resentment.
Distance.
Now the ashes remain
of this story.
There was no fire.
There was no smoke.
Our love was lost to
the silences we chose.
My love for him drained
it finally found a home:
dirt.
Nsk-
January and December
January lets you dream—
Dreams that are big,
Dreams that ruffle you,
Dreams you see while asleep,
Dreams you believe if you persist.
And as the year moves on,
Life takes over.
The days blur,
The year fades,
And December arrives—
Standing tall, a mirror in hand.
It reflects how far you’ve come,
The dreams you chased,
The ones you left behind.
Which did you tick?
Which did you lose?
And now,
Who takes the blame?
Is it January, the dreamer,
Or December, the realist?
Nsk ❤️-
इन सवालों का अब कोई तुक नहीं
उन उम्मीदों की कोई आस नहीं
जिस राह में हम साथ चले थे
उस सफ़र की अब कोई मंज़िल नहीं!!-
इन सवालों का अब कोई तुक नहीं
उन उम्मीदों की कोई आस नहीं
जिस राह में हम साथ चले थे
उस सफ़र की अब कोई मंज़िल नहीं!!-
On days of despair
I still choose to write
Let it out , somewhere and
Out of my sight !!
My not-so-happy poem
I’d say it reeks of loneliness
Days spent thinking alone,
not-so-happy, , in solitude
Listening to my own voice
Will I ever stop judging myself?
My not-so-happy poem
Of lost opportunities and
Lost loved ones
Torn between the past and the present
Is my not-so-happy poem.-
ख़ुद से प्यार करना होगा ॥
ख़ुद को चाहना है तो
ख़ुद को पाना होगा ॥
ख़ुद से सीखना है तो
ख़ुद से आगे बढ़ना होगा ॥
इस जहाँ में ख़ुद को जान ना है तो
ख़ुद को पहले पहचान ना होगा ॥
सफ़र में अकेले ही चलो मगर
ख़ुद का साथ निभाना होगा ॥-