I have lost the sense of new.
This nth meeting was a new to me. You were the same. I remain the same.
There are memories. There are moments together. There are times we can never forget. There is a history that we hold.
Still, every time feels like the first. Just like so many "firsts" I have had with you.
Is "every time new" humanly possible?-
With you,
I had my
so many "firsts".
I treasure them
And now
I don't want them
Ever, with anyone else
I want them to be my
"Firsts" and "Lasts"
Forever!-
The lasts influences us
more than the firsts,
the last book you read
the last song you heard
the last movie you watched
the last second you cried
the last minute you laughed
even the last person you met
hold a specific trait in our daily life-
आवाम को कैसे समझाएं
क्यों नहीं मुकम्मल हुआ,
पन्नों पर लिखा यादों का सिलसिला।
ना कभी आंखों ने देखा
ना कानो ने सुना,
आंसुओं के साथ किस तरह बह गयीं
तब की बातों और
अब की बातों के शब्दों के बीच की दूरियां,
क्या बताएं,
क्या बताएं
क्यों नहीं तय कर पाए वह अंत के दिनों के रास्ते
जो उन किताबों के बीच के मुरझाए हुए
गुलाब के फूलों ने अपनी आहों में भर लिए :)-
The orange colour smeared skies
Gaze at me in awe
Just like the first time, I held a crayon
Scribbled it on the paper
With the approach which would suit
To my age back then...
Just like the sun embarks behind
With a hope
And sketches of white line it forms
Marking my first attempt
towards holding a sketch pen
Which at crux highlights my attempt
A struggled drama
At the back side of the page...
-
It was all awkward
For the first time
On the first phone call
Hearing the voice for the first time
To have goosebumps
That momentary pauses
Taking time before thinking
Fast forward to
Those yawns over calls
To unfiltered laughs
They had moved fast the phase
From reluctance to acceptance forever...-
उनसे अब बात नहीं होती,
पर बातें बस उन्हिकी करती हूं,
उनके हमें छोड़ने को अर्सो हाेगए,
पर प्यार बस उन्हिको करती हूं।-