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 झिझक थी

उसके मन में

       जिसने उसे कहने पर मजबूर किया.......

"मेरी आँखें

तुम्हारी चमक से

            धुंधली  हो जाती हैं,

और बंद आँखें

अक्सर धोखा   दे जाती हैं....

                             चले जाओ  और ले जाओ

                अपनी तस्वीर भी

मैं आँखें खोलना चाहती हूँ

                           यादों की धुरी

                                 धुल जाएगी शायद.............

falling leaf............

like a falling leaf in autumn
and a bleak buried pearl in bottom
my wish to touch you for the last time
goes in the search of tunes lost in the clime.

like a speaking sun to the cloud
and a misty rain to the ground
my wish to hold you forever
makes me breathless in there.

like a stoic moon in a rippled lake
and a high tide cringing for just one take
my wish to long for you entire
turns my ode to love into a script of desire.

like a dance of romance and dance of glory
like the happy endings of every story
my wish to die for you in real
helps me bring the heaven near.

all strings attached...

eyes have seen so many things in flashes,in motion,in frozen states and even in dark. the blue balls are the only place where visions swim across the ocean of thoughts emerging from what they see and what they want to see.

with closed eyes they provide us the comfort of being on the feathers of eternal joy thinking about all the events it have captured and have been successful in retaining the features of them.before getting into sleep we intend to decorate our dreams with the twinkles of our fantasies and wink of our wishes.before opening the eyes next morning we wish to see the most beautiful and dearest piece of heaven to make a best start of a day showing its face......

i wish i could see only good things so as to create an utopia of my thoughts ,pur and pious they wouuld be with beads of sanctity and threads of serenity.....doesn't matter if it happens only in dreams or illusion because what matters is the realisation of that powerful and rythmic pattern of life with all strings attached.............

we are here.....right here

Far along the brink of horizon

I found an island,green and rich

Searching for the dwells ,had I move on

To see the world I want to clinch.

 Far above the bed of clouds

I found an azure,clean and frost

Looking for the souls had I move on

To lure the self with what I lost.

Far beneath the skin of earth

I f got one space,warm and dark

calling the names had I move on,

to be a part of cryptic arc.

Far far inside thy self

I got one door,open and trite

with the retroes had I move on

to get inside and find the might.

All were there,with hands and toe

talking they,words not clear though

they looked the same with a distinct limn

happy was I or was old man of the sea

I cried but they laughed aloud

since they were free and I was like shroud

a shroud of life that needs a cover

a shroud of death that makes alover.

They came closer and held me tight

I closed my eyes and stood upright

when curtains lifted they were gone

I felt blessed,rich and bonzer strong.

lost............

Lost are the thoughts and visions bring dismay
I stood broken when he walked away
Pieces are lying and flying aloft with cries
Can he hear me or am I in disguise?

The only fear had I to be alone.
Got again one with a sleepless tone
I want a hand to loosen my hair,
To kiss and coddle and love and stare.

Was trying to dodge from the piercing eyes.
When he swept in and robbed my sighs.
I went breathless and looked at him.
He smiled and waved a legal mim.

He was a dream or was he real?
Falling stars come make up my dear
At the crack of dawn when I leave home
 I feel his dust dancing on the loam.


If love is so warm why was I so late?
As an ocean says air to bate.
I felt blessed and free and pure,
and now withered in the cage of yore.

I hated rain but walked when it poured,
to hide my tears and testify being abhored.
I loved someone and he left me.
Isn't the most obvious thing to see?

The grains of sand still wet and clay.
filling water in the dips  of stay.
When he kissed me in the yawns of cold,
I wished to freeze and put time on hold.

I want to run and and crash and shout.
I want to hate him as aloud.
Love is stronger but not I am.
I can dig into but cannot tamp......

my fair lady........

A wisp of her hair crawling across the cheek,

An askew glimpse of my fair  lady to seek,

I leaned and leaned to rest in her baby blue

and make the world dark with the romance of a hoodoo.