Dressed up in a skinny jeans and red top,
She loves to walk like a wind and gallop..
She is smart, bold and confident,
She needs no one’s approval for her competence..
She is kind & beautiful with a slight hint of pride,
She loves to sing & play and she always carries a smile..
She hates the naysayers & loves the lovers,
She is harsh like a thorn & yet gentle like flowers..
She is witty yet honest to her friends,
She does what she thinks best & follows her own trends..
She’s genuine and always walks the talks,
She knows no hypocrisy and yes, she rocks!
She is forgiving, empathetic and yet independent,
She’s charming, lovable and yet needs no boyfriend..
She has the courage to overcome all her fears & survive till the end,
And she shines from within, coz she knows what she is..her own best friend..-
To only drench you
was never what I wanted.
For I know of my love
and I want you to
drown in it.-
Give me, please,
The comfort, of being me.
For being shackled,
Like this;
Only, generates insanity.
I need to soar,
The heavens, above me--
To find my value;
In order, to worship Thee,
Completely.
My Lord,
My Saviour,
My God--
Oh, how I love Thee!-
This night seems angelic
The moon seems tipsy
My eyes not willing to leave you
I mumble a wish silently
A wish to be yours my whole life
You seem to sense it and hug me
My soul flooded by warmth
What else shall I ask for?
-
The face of this night,
And the twinkling of the stars...
Should I search for pulchritude
in the moon’s light;
Or simply admire your angelic face?
Mayhap, your reflection
is illuminating the moon
and making it look beauteous?-
She's a farrago of the many interstices
That she keeps enshrouded within.
A hurtling devil when she's slighted;
A coruscating angel when she's at peace;
Yet, always, a creature of wonders, she is.
For days, she gets discarded and ignored;
Then, comes a petrifying necessity
And she's the first one in our midst--
Offering succor and the most tender kiss.
She can be a horrendous annoyance--
Especially, when you don't take heed
Or, even when she simply desires a hug
And you're too busy with something else.
Yet, she could fling away everything;
If she hears you whisper, out of pain.
Aye; she has a trove of iridescent ambition,
Swirling and binding her to limited time--
Taking her away to places, she's never been.
But, mostly, that drive is a selfless occupation--
Geared towards something, not for herself.
For, she isn't merely a woman
Frolicking with flowers, fairies, and bees;
First, she's a daughter, a sister, a cousin,
A friend, a wife, a mother--
Then, only after those, can she be herself.-
You’ll pull all your strings for me --
Even when I won’t deserve;
Should I call it your affection;
Or a coffin
For burying my self-confidence?-
रचना थी मेरी वो मुझे रच गई
पन्ने जो अतीत के पलटे पल में
क्षणभंगुर हो गई
क्या वफ़ा थी जो ख़फा कर गई
कलम की श्याही में डूबी दर्द
भरी कहानी लिख गई।
-
I kissed my heart a goodbye,
And smiled at its separation;
What else could I ask for?
After all, it left me for good!
I’d stop breathing, I knew;
But, nothing else
could give me this pleasure --
For it stopped beating inside me,
And left only to become one with you!-