aspiring poet :P · Dream · Random

Au revoir

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Old yellow houses and their broken window pane
in a sync on both sides of a pale narrow lane
Red flower pots with petunia and begonia spiraling down
a smell of fresh coffee and burning tinge of cinnamon
The lady in black rushing as if to catch a train
breaking the silence in my head those little drops of rain
A girl in brown boots and a guy with shiny brown cane
her fingers fidgeting with his iffy hands on that old bench
As if words are being exchanged in morse code
aloof from the rain, the mud and the ugly toad
As if the storm of thoughts are rushing through them
his eyes staring into hers decoding the silence of mayhem
Oblivious to bespattered with mud thrown by that rusty car
Her fist now resting calmly in his still iffy palms saying au revoir.

aspiring poet :P · Dream

डोर…

वो तितली जो आया करती थी मेरी अनसोयी ख्वाबों में
खींचे ले जा रही मुझे अपनी सितारों में
मध्धम सी हवाऎं मदहोश करती फिजाऒं में
इक जानी पहचानी सी दुनिया जैस॓ सुनी हो कहानियों में
मैं भी चल पड़ी न जाने किस रवानी की खोज में
न रोक पायी मुझे मेरी ही दुनिया, थी मैं बेख्याली में
नाउम्मीदी और बेयकीनी जो पनप चुकी थी इस दुनिया की फितरत पे
सवाल कर रही थी मुझसे, कैसा अहसास खींचे ले जा रहा मुझे तुझसे दूर
ना रह गई कोई डोर जो खींच ले वापिस तेरी ओर
मैं ढूंढने चली इक बूंद उम्मीद स्नेह और नवीनता की
लिए उत्सुकता इक अनिश्चित, अनद॓खी रवानी की
जो दे सके वजह मुझे फिर स॓ इक खूबसूरत जिन्दगानी की।

aspiring poet :P · Nature

Vanishing eyes of wilds

Once in a while, she used to get on wheels
Heading to the fields, swirls or hills.
And she never wanted company, I asked her why
None more engaging than the serene nature, she replied.
The solace she found in lap of those mountains
In city streets and light she couldn’t obtain.
Noise in chirping of birds, stillness in the water
Anxiety in eyes of wilds, gracious move of tiger
The purity of rain, the freshness of breeze
She only wished that moment to freeze.

But this time woods feel strange to her
Breeze less windy, greenery got leaner.
Snow looks pale, less cold and thinning
As if nature is getting old, less charming.
Why her maturity isn’t pretty, she wonders
Or the pretty is angry with any of her blunders.
Suddenly she realized the scary quietness in the air
Absence of the unspoken voices she used to hear.
Her companions who talked to her through their paws and fur
Now are now taken afar by her own race, in a moment of spur.

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Badrang tasweerein

Jindagi ki iss raah se armaan kiye the humne bahut saare

Aaj jab peeche mud kar dekha to pehchan bhi na paye

Unhi tasweeron ko jinme rang hum ne hi the kabhi bhare

Khud ko di tasalli ki hamare rang hi na the pakke

Par munh na fer paye iss shaq se

ki kya inn rangon ki fitrat mein badal jana hi tha shumar

Sochti hun badh jaun aage kisi nayi tasweer banane

Kuch nayi tulikaon aur behtarareen rangon k saath

Ya inn badrang rangon ko sahejun loon apni hatheli mein

Ye aas liye ki badal dungi inki kismat kiye band apni muthhi mein.

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Sapne!

Wo sunsan raastey
Jinpe chalte chalte kabhi mile the hum
Jinpe chalte chalte mehsoos kiya tha humne
Chhoti chhoti khushiyan jo thi unn raaston se judi!
Aaj lag rha hai kafi peeche reh gyi hain wo
Kuch sunahri kuch syah yaadon k sath!
Kabhi na chaha tha kisi ne ye
Par lagta h yhi thi khuda ki marji!
Humein tha khud pe bharosha
Aur aap-pe aur apne khuda pe
Aur sabse jyada hamari dosti pe!
Par lagta h sare sapnon bas ek hi anjaam liye aate hain
Wo toot-te hain, toot k bikhar jate hain!
Bas reh jate hain hum, hmari yaadein
Aur ek bujhi si umeed unn sapnon k jud jaane ka!
Jindagi rukti nai kisi bhi sapne k liye
Kabhi chalti h ye sapne dekhne k liye
Aur kabhi toote sapnon k jud jaane ki ummed liye!!