I bloom every night
like a night-blooming
flower,
when the moon and
stars appeared,
I open up my beauty
like petals to give
bright light in the dark.
I bloom every night,
In the sensation of
the elegant moon,
I'm swaying like a
Young little princess,
spread the fragrance
of love everywhere,
raising higher without fear,
frustration, depression,
anxiety faded.
I bloom every night,
In the gleam of moonlight,
I glisten to manifest my
charm & bloom with love.
I'm Queen of the night!
I chose the easier path. It indeed
gave me support
That my frail being needed. But not
the fiery freedom my carefree mind yearned for
I bore the burden of named connections
And let go of the unnamed ones
But the tranquility that came with unnamed associations
I found nowhere in named ‘social’ ones.
The mirror where I could once see my freed personality
Is completely shattered amidst social frames
I endeavor to gather my unframed true individuality
In long-lost unnamed relations and their broken realms.
इस खुले आसमान में उड़ना।
तो मैं भी चाहती हूँ।
फिर क्यूँ पिंजरे में बंद
कर दी जाती हूँ।.....
हक मुझे भी है,
देश के लिए कुछ करने का.....2
फिर क्यूँ रोटी में लगा दी जाती हूँ,
उड़ना तो मैं भी चाहती हूँ.........।
ये मत करो, वो मत करो,
यहाँ मत जाओ, वहाँ मत जाओ,
क्यों रोकी- टोकी जाती हूँ,
इस खुले आसमान में,
उड़ना तो में भी चाहती हूँ.....।
Now I would like to rest
I would like to be free
Free from the heaviness of my heart
And the sins of my past
Free from the rope that ensnares me
To everything in this world
The cold floor seems welcoming
With icy vines creeping its way close
I lay naked on the floor
Welcoming the cold
The silence is shattered with my ragged breath
Fighting for a life my mind has lost hope of
My heart and mind fighting over a life
Fighting over a waning flame
Is it worth all this?
My body goes numb
Seems like the fight has come to an end
I'm paralyzed, helpless
With icy vines closing over me
One lone vine pierces my heart in deep
Drawing out blood in deep blue
A shrill scream echoes in the room
One last dire fight from my side
Before I'm another red mark on the list.
In my slumber so deep
I see oceans, a tangled web of whims
Scorching heat of winter afternoon
Abandoned fields and voids, a handful
Drenched to the core, a shivering soul
Robbed of its essence, dreading the dark and its fragile chained monsters
I hear chiming bells announcing the arrival of the unknown, silent screams of the dead
A world beyond the gleaming eyes of agony, the one I seek, lost in the rainbow hues
A reflection, now at crossroads
Misery, it beholds
The broken mirror sees a light making way
The starry shadows once donned
लोगों की नजरें अजीब सी
हमेशा खामियां मेरी दिखाती थी
शायद समझ सका ना कोई की
वो तो मेरी बीमारी थी
हा बताया मैंने कितनों को
मैं पागल नही बीमार हूं
नहीं है मुझे सर्दी खासी और बुखार
बस दिमाग की उलझनों की शिकार हूं
ये सुनकर कुछ लोग हंसते थे
कुछ मुझसे दूर भाग जाते थे
और कुछ समझ कर भी
अनजान बन जाते थे
पर मैं कैसे कहती उन्हें
मैं अजीब नहीं बस इस दुनियां के
तौर तरीकों से अनजान हूं
इतना भी मुझे दूर ना करो
आखिर मैं भी एक इनसान हूं
फिर लगा शायद इस बीमारी का इलाज
इन्हीं लोगों में रह कर करना होगा
लोगों की नजरें बदलनी है
तो लोगों का नज़रिया बदलना होगा
I saw a man with two shining truthful eyes,
an alluring smile and an angelic face.
The stars gave me a sign about the
celestial body who started walking at my pace.
I was all panicky but held that hand which completely fitted mine and thought of him as my fate.
The trees swayed and the winds blew as he lifted me up, up in the sky where the moon nodded for him to be my forever mate.
The moonlight made me see through the shattered pieces of our souls, who were entangling before it was too late.
The starlight made me realise about the fault that was present in our stars but I still wanted to open the happiness gate.
The ocean always warns me about the water waves and to put us in the reinstate.
But you and I still stand by the ocean making us as our peace estate.
If not together in this world then our hearts are gonna rot together in the graves of our fate.
They have different minds
They have different perspectives
Different stories to tell, different lives to live
So why do we see everyone from the same spectrum
Whether it's a priest, monk, nun
Or just a normal one
They refuse to stand as one....
Manipulative, Tentative, Sensitive....
All of them augment their own benefits..
Developers of pleonexia...
Developers of their own creed..
But some might be different from all these breeds...
Some might still be human...
Some still might breath the freedom of greeds
They own their own brackets..
They can't be put into similar brackets..
Cause maybe neither a good nor a bad one exists
Maybe one is a victim of one's own consciousness.....
अनंत......
वह अनंत है,
वह परब्रह्म है,
इस जगत का निर्माता,
वह क्रोध है, वह प्रेम है,
वह अनंत है,
वह सत्य है, वह वहम है,
इस जगत का निर्माता,
वह अनंत है,
वह परोपकारी भी है,
उसमे समाया सबका अहम है,
इस जगत का निर्माता,
वह अनंत है,
जिसकी नीव पर है यह जगत,
वह धर्म है,
हर मानव करता ,
वह कर्म है,
वह अनंत है,
वह मृत्यु है, वह जन्म है,
इस जगत का निर्माता ,
वह स्वयं जगत है,
वह अनंत है ।।
Born out of fire and flames
History proudly proclaims,
But was caught in life's game
And put to dreadful shame.
Was I the reason for a battle so gory,
That is etched upon this land's story?
Didn't my respect and glory
Mean anything to the writings of history?
Born with a silver spoon, they say,
Oh, how do I convey
That my life paved the way
To a future of gore and decay?
Crowned a Princess by birth,
But had no voice or mirth
On this land, they call Mother Earth.
Covered in jewels to appeal,
Cloaked in dresses to reveal,
Not one cared about my voice of steel
And pushed me to seal my zeal.
The only one I could confide in
Was a man with a charming grin.
He stood by me through thick and thin
And played a song to let out all within.
Married to five men,
All of whom sought the same again.
Was I blessed?
Or had no choice but to stay oppressed?
Oh, how fortunate am I to have five mates,
If not one, another awaits.
Little do they know, life beyond the gates.
I don't bother to share
Their names and values so fair,
For I am sure you are aware
Of their might and compare.
But not a soul did care
For me and my despair,
As for them, the war to prepare
Was their love and daily affair.
Oh, my mates, you say the war was for my dignity,
But the truth is that my dignity
Was a cover-up for your bitter enmity.
You say your enemies put me to shame,
I say you are equal to blame.
A few words of wrath will defame
You and that wretched game.
I was gambled away
By my mate that day,
For respect, he lost in worthless play.
I was stripped of my wear
In front of all, everyone is aware.
But all my mates stood to bare
Their faces in deep despair.
Not one flinched to spare
Me and my pride from the vengeful snare.
Yes, I hurt a man's pride,
And I am worth ruthless deride.
But ripping my dress
In front of lust-filled noblesse
Is sinful and horrifying oppress.
Guided by a divine light,
I gathered all my might
And cursed them all despite
My state and plight.
With words so cruel,
I marked the beginning of a war and duel.
People say I was selfish, so be it,
I refuse to kneel and sit,
Or accept my disgrace and quit.
For thirteen years in exile and away,
I patiently waited to avenge and repay,
I counted every second and lay
Plotting to trap each and every prey.
There is a secret I wish to reveal,
But promise to conceal,
How I feel
About the man in the golden shield.
Yes, I have forgiven him,
For I love him to my heart's brim,
But cannot forget the act so grim,
All while he played the poor victim.
For days, the war was at play,
Both sides fought to display,
Their might to everyone's dismay.
I lost my love and kin,
Along with all the happiness within,
Did I sin,
Only wishing upon my win?
Yes, I won,
But what of the lives that came undone,
Post the battle that had begun?
I lost so much.
Was it worth all the grudge?
I sought to avenge,
In blind and cruel revenge.
My mates' consorts,
Snarled at me in deep distraught,
For my impulsive thought,
That put all through the misery of a dreadful sort.
I thought all would support me,
And avenge my plea in earnest glee,
For I have been wronged,
For years prolonged.
I have been alone,
For most of my life, I've known,
I've sat on a throne,
And also been thrown,
By all I own,
Bearing every shame like a stone.
My courage I will never lose,
Through time and abuse,
But what of all that is dead,
Including my future ahead?
This is my life,
And I will wield my knife,
Time and again to fight, to strive.
I had pleasures of all kinds,
But what resides behind the blinds,
Is misery and sorrow that winds and unwinds.
I lived on,
Every day from dusk till dawn,
Patiently waiting to be gone.
After years of reign that flew by,
My mates and I left to die,
While climbing a mountain so high,
I fell to my death with a silent sigh.
My life, I believe,
Was meant to grieve,
But all I seek to achieve,
Is to let you know my weave,
Of the story before, an opinion you conceive.
I love the moon,
Broken at times and,
Full of craters,
As if to not forget,
How she got hurt,
But still smiles through,
Every crack of her heart.
I love the sun,
Filled with,
Scorching hot rage,
But still spreads her sunshine,
Through her kindness.
I love the rain,
Pouring through her eyes,
Still the fire in them,
Keeps her determination raging.
I love the stars,
Always twinkling in her eyes,
Full of love and hope,
But still her heart,
Never let her trust,
And accept her own glow.
Can you stop loving her, she's surrounded with the thoughts of Philophobia
She felt some burden on her crown, the busy crowded city lights- dust smoke brown
From the day you fell for her and trusted her soothing light
Walks on the road, each day past by the window sight
You frame her like a picture on the walls of your soul
A thought of the borderline to cross and die, vanishes the moment with her when you cry
She knows how you feel, she wants you to be free
She knows you're tired, she knows your heart wants to dive long deep into the sea
Her wish to keep you safe and hold you tight
So you could shine just like her moonlight
She's made up of soft colors who loves vibrant rays
She turns up the mood when anyone's red
She loves star constellations every month she passes by
No light years need her to reach your sky
She shines through the summer and winter skies
She's the promise, the secrets and the thousands of lies
But,
She's afraid, she's terrified, she thinks her shadow would ruin your side
She'll betray you with her changing phases and changing nights
Her mysterious glow hides her past and flaws
A peek into her chest box would make you realize
The more you see the more you'll die
Stolen energy, the fact she can't deny
Yellow, red, pink skin and her names can't be defined
She'll leave you by the end no moonlight for four days
She'll leave you in your darkness, empty picture frames
These thoughts of her kills her inside
Its not her.
If you love her she'll love you back more
If you trust her she'll build you up more
If you're yourself in front of her she'll accept you the way and could never pretend her
But if you'll try to claim her as yours she'll pass by in secrecy
Just love her image and then she's all you need
You know her faults, you know her spots
You hate her sound but you still wants to feel her
With all these, she'll keep quite.
On one very lunar night,
She'll ask for the reason why,
you showed her trust and believed her words?
Who isn't perfect and is of kind worst?
At the end, the blue moon will rise,
and will show her only that side.
शाम-ए-ग़म को शाम-ए-ग़म क्यों
रात क्यों नहीं बोलते
मोहब्बत में पड़े लड़के को बर्बाद क्यों
आबाद क्यों नहीं बोलते
प्यार की बातों को लंबी घाट क्यों नहीं बोलते
रोने की सिसकियों को दिल की बात क्यों नहीं बोलते
कितनी दफ़ा पूछोगे पानी
अब इस ग्लास में शराब क्यों नहीं घोलते
पुरानी तस्वीर को देख कर मुस्कराने को
हवाई मुलाक़ात क्यों नहीं बोलते
सूरज और चांद की चुप्पी को
मुज़ाकरात क्यों नहीं बोलते
परिवार की ढूंढी लड़की को पत्नी क्यों
इंतिख़ाब क्यों नहीं बोलते
और मोहब्बत के इज़हार को मोहब्बत की शुरुआत क्यों
अज़ाब क्यों नहीं बोलते
From head to toe, count the drops
Of paint that’s needed,to colour this corpse
Hold thy brush, dip it in the deepest of colour
Convert my flesh to bright from duller
Oh my love! Fill your bucket of paint
See me naked, make me vibrant
The saree once unfolded by a cruel stranger
Paint it back, pull me out of that danger
Draw a blouse for my breast, and a fabric of yards nine
Throw colours on this living canvas and I shall just be fine
Drop the brushes, use thy Godly fingers
To feel that touch, my dead soul lingers
Now hold my foot, make an anklet for them
Rubies for neck, for wrist pearls and gem
Then my sweetheart, give blush to my cheek
Brush away those tears, don’t let me look weak
So shall you see my love, a corpse becoming alive
Paint my soul, sprinkle it with life
And at the end, my magician, kiss those lotus lips
Watch how, into a dead body, life slowly drips…
A Mother , A Daughter , A wife
Portray many roles in one life
Cherish her family like a child
With a smile and a style
Never tell you how much it's painful
While she carries the scent of an Angel
She makes everyone complete
Have the haven underneath her feet
A woman teach what is unconditional love
Symbolize peace like a dove
After doing everything, she's fine, she pretends
But ignoring her is a new trend
Nobody cares what she requires
Never ask what are her desires
For her child her lap is a cusion
Keep the family happy is her only mission
God is present on earth in a woman's figure
Don't underestimate a woman's vigor
Just imagine a world without a woman
I am afraid if it's about to happen
The waves keep on crashing wildly,
Swirling her cell with dryness.
The greens and blues of her Universe are descending;
Blankness has discovered her hunger;
The Forest of shrieks feed on her ears.
Her heart is a stage for the thorns;
The glooms are applauding their dances.
With every breath, she is bleeding.
The wounds are soaring higher and higher. The aches collapse with the fluttering.
A quill reaches her swiftly.
The ink overflow her hollowness.
The leaves are dancing joyously.
The branches of her quill live on forever.
Her trees illuminate the Universe;
Strengthening the souls of lonely stars.
If life happens,
Know your grammar well
When life spins the wheel
Play this punctuation spell
Fit this in your mind
And learn the language rule
Figure out your own dictionary
Discover your own grammar tool
Know when to use the commas
Aftermath, when to be continued
There's always an exclamation point
When urged to be discontinued
Don't you ever fear closure
For, there's always a Semi-colon
Important is the use of apostrophe
For mistakes are hardly swollen
Recognize your ideas, worth hyphen
And don't ever let your dreams die
If you lose your way confused
Put your emotions in brackets to sly
Mark all your doubts with questions
That sums in place of self-worth
When everything's on the verge
Punctuations will sail in rebirth
Don't rely on their quote
Make your sentence a quotation
Learn this grammar of life
Before the period of causation.
Look at my FEET,
Spurting blood, Cut by the thorns, no one can treat.
Glance at my KNEES,
Beleaguered with endless stone pelting; they look like a disease.
Behold my HAND(S),
Tied in the shackles of ignominy; anything and everything, they fail to withstand.
Peer into my SHOULDER(S),
Burdened with the baggage of regret; carrying this massive heaviness has made them eons older.
Feel my HEART,
Fraught with unfathomable pain, from him – estranged happiness lives oceans apart.
Stare into my EYES,
Embraced by these shadows*; they will recite about the sleep they missed engulfed by silent cries.
Listen to my BRAIN,
Numb with sheer hopelessness; he has no desire to live again.
Imagine my SOUL,
Every inch of her is burning with remorse; night after day – she is sinking into a black hole.
Wander into my FOREST,
So dense, those possibilities are hard to FIND,
Gaze at my SKY,
So dreary and bleak; this enormous darkness can make you BLIND.
Note: Each body part has been personified; hence I have used he/she/they/them for description.
- Shadows = Dark Circles
जो फटी कमीज में सोता है वो पिता होता है,
जो सोते हुए चिंताओका दरवाज़ा खटखटाता है वो पिता होता है,
जो अपनी इच्छा मार कर परिवार की इच्छाएं पूरी करता है वो पिता होता है,
जो एक टुकडे का दो बाटकार खाता है वो पिता होता है,
जो समंदर जैसे पानी में अपने बच्चों को उतरने का हौंसला देता है वो पिता होता है,
जो दर-दर पैसे के लिए भटकता है वो पिता होता है,
कुछ न मिले पर भी हस देता है,
और कुछ मिले तो बांट देता है,
ख़ुशियाँ और गम अपनी कमीज़ में निचोड़ देता है वो पिता होता है,
जो तुम्हारी ख्वाहिशें पूरी करने के लिए दुनिया की गलियां खाता है वो पिता होता है,
जो जीते जी आपने ख्वाबों का गला घोंटकर तुम्हें उड़ानें का हौसला देता है वो पिता होता है,
जो हर चिंता को दिमाग में धोकर तुम्हारी हंसी देखना चाहता है वो पिता होता है,
जो तुम्हें गले लगाकार रोने का ख़्वाब देखता है वो पिता होता है,
दुनिया भले ही उसके इन सारे कामों से अंजन हो पर जो दिल और दिमाग़ से काम लेता है वो पिता होता है!!
i sometimes forget about you
it's eerie
because i do remember the many sleepless nights
sitting on the floor of my living room
looking at the city lights and soaking it all in
right after that 3 am phone call
when, i guess, we both knew it'd be our last
or maybe it was just me
it's hard to believe i sometimes forget about you
other times i think about the pieces of you i still carry in me
and i can't help but wonder
if you still carry the little pieces of me
it's eerie yet again
because you mentioned how you shadow some of my tiny habits
on that last night at 3 am
when it was so hard to put the phone down