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Poetry

What to say about wonders of travel,
Never ending mysteries are there to unravel,
No matter how much I wander around,
Something new renders me spellbound,
Varieties of culture and exotic food,
Millions of reasons to uplift my mood,
A thirst which never seems to be quenched,
That is why, it’s called wanderlust my friend,
I wish I could travel forever and ever,
Far from the materialistic world, in the lap of nature.

Copyright © 2016, Aashish Barnwal,  Some rights reserved.

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A thousand memories rolled down like a motion picture in his eyes when he heard her name after all those years.

“Just an acquaintance”, he whispered with a hard smile as his eyes were strong enough to hold the tears.
He always found challenging to express his feelings for her. How life could have changed if he would have dared once, had spoken those feelings ballooned inside the heart, he was wondering. He knew, somewhere she too had a soft corner for him.
Someone has rightly said, When in love, express it, keeping it to yourself doesn’t help either.
All those memories started playing like a flash motion. He was time travelling in the memory chains.
How can he forget the very first, all of a sudden, small chit chat with her. He still remembers that evening in the library, that she had turned from boring monotonous into a beautiful memory that he still cherishes.
“Hey! I am Ritika”, she said in a joyous tone and moved her hand in an amicable gesture. I am not sure if we know each other, but we are in the same section.
Well it was sort of most unexpected event one could have ever imagined. His eyes grew wide in surprise and he felt like someone has poured bucket filled ice inside his stomach.
Did she catch him looking at her from the corner of book? It was true that he visited library in evening hours just to see her, to see her smile. Her smile that always seemed to hypnotise him. There was such an enchantment she had in her sapphire blue eyes. He could feel his tongue magically glued with some invisible string.
“Hey! I am Ritika”, she chirped again. This time she was smiling. He guessed she had figured out he was not expecting her, at least not at this point of time, when there were people around, sitting in couples, reading, teaching and whispering so called romantic talks.

Somewhere on another thread in his mind was executing few poetic lines…
He kept looking at her and time flew by,
He wondered why he couldn’t take his eyes off her face,
Like the moon and its moonlight,
He kept looking at her with awe,
But never imagined he would get to see her so closely.

“Oh Hi!”, he replied briskly.
“I am Siddhartha”, he was very quick and nervous. “You can call me Sid”, he further added.
“If you don’t mind, can you please help me with few questions? Exams are near and there is so much to read and I haven’t got many friends”, she was somehow able to bind all these words in a deep single breathe. He didn’t need to be very observant to say she had prepared this in prior. She indeed knew well how to break the ice.
“Yeah! Sure”, he still couldn’t believe all this was happening in reality.
She pulled a chair and sit beside him opening the book. His senses were lulled by her ravishing perfume as she pushed herself closer to point to the problems she was finding difficulty into.
“What will he do when he is not able to solve the problem? No, it won’t be good to loose impression in the first encounter itself. She had confidence in him and what will happen if he breaks it. Won’t she think he is just a show off?”, his head was spinning with many questions. Fear seemed to wrap him under her arms.
“But he hardly faced problem in maths before. After all it was his favorite subject and he could spent hours solving equations and all as if it were his girlfriend”, another voice was overpowering the cold fear.
The problems turned out to be a cake walk. There were few instances when he felt she already knew the solution. “Is she testing his intelligence?”, He spoke to himself.
He didn’t have to think much. It was already 6 in the evening and she needed to rush for the hostel. She broke his reverie by snapping her fingers.
“It was nice to meet you Siddy. Hope to see you soon”, she said in sugar coated voice and hurried herself outside the library room before he could say anything. “And thanks”, a distant voice broke the grave silence.
That evening was different. He could feel it. And he realized it when his roomie asked, “Why are you smiling on your own?”
“Just remembered an old joke on pudding”, he replied trying to hide what had just happened.

Few moments no matter how long, give you the best smile, the best happiness.   He spent whole night awake listening to “Only you” in loop.
Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love
Can you hear me
Came back only yesterday
I’m moving further away
Want you near me

All I need is you to stay
All I need you for another day
And all I ever knew
Only you

To be continued…
Signing off for now. Hope you enjoyed reading this. Part is here – Stranger. Friend. Lover. Acquaintance. – Part 2

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Come with me my love,
Together we will reach
where noone has ever gone,
Lost in a world of our own,
Deep love not so ever known,

Hold my hand O’ love
till all the stars burn away,
Leave fragile world behind,
Walk together under the warm sun
in cold winter as we are one,

Come with me my love,
Together we will reach
where noone has ever gone,
My life is in vain,
Without you, my name will be slain,
Because you touched my heart
by your words,
Rendered everything else absurd,

Hold my hand O’ love
till all the stars burn away,
till we have our last breathe,
Because your absence
questions my very existence,

Come with me my love,
Together we will do
what few have ever achieved,
under the warm sun
in cold winter as we are one.

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This poem is dedicated to our old nostalgic childhood days. Days when we were innocent and life was simpler. People who grew up in 90s would feel and understand this better because they have lived those golden days. Hope this verse let you relive those moments. Let this verse drown you into those memory chains.

Bachpan ke woh din jab hum khub mastiyan karte the,
Nadan bade the, kisi se hum na darte the,
Kitni saral thi zindagi hamari,
Phir bhi bade khush rahte the,

Jab chhoti ungli chhu lene bhar se dosti ho jaya karti thi,
Nafrat aur jaatiwaad hume samajh na ati thi,
Jab garmi ki chhutiyon mein kulfi ko mann lalchata tha,
Masterji ki ek chhadi se pura homework ho jata tha,
Jab tv par do hi channel ata tha,
Jab tales pin aur shaktiman hame bahut bhata tha,
Jab ghar mein ek hi phone ki ghanti bazti thi,
Jab doston ke sath badi shararat hoti thi,
Jab pokemon go nahi, luka chhupi ki masti thi,
Baarish ke mausam mein kagaz ki kasti thi,
Jab google maps nahi, logon se pata puchha karte the,
Apni soch ko facebook nahi, bas diary mein likh diya karte the,

Woh nani ke ghar jane ko bade utavle hote the,
Pepperment ki toffiyon ke liye hum fut fut ke rote the,
Woh pariyon ki kahaniyan sune bina neend kahan ati thi,
School mein mummy papa ki yaad badi satati thi,
Jab class mein top kar puri duniya jeet lete the,
Papa ke gifts bade anokhe hote the,
Utni khushiyan toh aaj kisi cheez se nahi milti hain,
Ab samajh aya khwaishein toh maa baap ke paison se hi puri hoti hain,

Woh bachpan kitna suhana tha,
Khushiyon ka khazana tha,
Bachpan mein log pucha karte the,
Bade hokar kya banna hai,
Jawab ab samajh aya,
Phir se bachcha banna hai,
Woh bachpan ke din kahan gaye,
Yaaron hum kyun bade ho gaye.

PS: I will add the english translation soon.

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Tu bas gai ruh mein iss qadar mere
Har sans pe likha hai naam tera
Tu hi shayari meri
Main hun shayar tera
Tu woh diary meri
Likhta hun jisme main dil ki jubaan

Tu mil gai hai
Mujhko mil gaya hai jahan
Tere jaisi hasin
Main dhundhu kahan

Ae meri bekhudi
Ae meri humnasin
Is aasman mein tum sa
Koi taara nahin

Tere khyalon mein
Doob ke aksar
Gaane likhta
Raat din

Teri mohabbat ka jadoo
Chhaya mujh par
Ho gaya hun
Ek panchhi bin par

Tu bas gai ruh mein iss qadar mere
Har sans pe likha hai naam tera
Ek baar keh de dil se mujhse
Main tera humsafar

Tu bas gai ruh mein iss qadar mere
Har sans pe likha hai naam tera.

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​A tale of friendship of a boy and a girl who met on a social media. This verse is dedicated to our 3 years of great friendship. Hope you like it.

My nights used to be lonely and boring,
Neither my days were that exciting,
Coding was my only world,
Then one fine day, my eyes got stuck on a girl,
She looked cute, she looked naughty,
She was a glowing piece of beauty,
I thought hard if I should shoot her a message,
Scared if she would reply or my attempt would be in wreckage,
But she did,
And that changed something in me,

Pause…
You know who I’m talking about, right?
Cool! Let’s resume…

You’re a friend who never made me feel ashamed or embarrased,
You’re a friend who never mocked my stupidity,
You’re a friend who taught me craziness in life is a necessity,
You’re a friend with whom I can talk anything,
You’re a friend who inspired me that there is life beyond career,

I am so glad to find you,
Someone who shares same interest in music,
Someone who has the passion for dance,
Someone to talk crazy in late night
and never say goodbye
until our eyes are heavy
and our fingers can’t stand by,

Talking to you is like unraveling a mystery in dark,
The more we talk, the more about you is revealed as a spark,
Talking to you renders me worry free,
Talking to you, I am the best version of me,

I hope I never killed you with my boring and stupid conversations,
I just want to say,
“You’re awesome”.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

All I can say is:
“Call me when you need a friend,
To be with you until the end,
As the mountains crumble to the sea,
Share your loneliness with me.”

Happy friendship day! Cheers!

PS: The last para is an excerpt from “Warriors in peace” by A.R.Rahman.

Copyright © 2016, Aashish Barnwal,  All rights reserved.

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I found you, I got my destination,

A strong feeling of an irresistible connection,
My soul has now a purpose to live,
There is nothing more to achieve,

I found you, I got all the happiness,
Finally the end of a frantic chase,
All I wish is to freeze this moment,
To be with you and fix that was hell broken,

I found you, I got the heaven,
Someone to care in a world so shaken,
My world is your arms and yours is mine,
A ray of hope in the morning sunshine,

I found you, I found the world,
In the coal mines, You’re a precious pearl,
My lost soul has now a new home,
In search of someone, It will no more roam.

Copyright © 2016, Aashish Barnwal,  All rights reserved.

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Music has the power to heal any pain,
In moments of distress it is the road to heaven,

When you feel lost and are void of clues,
Just listen few beats and your worries would flew,

Music can guide you to the path of happiness,
Whatever you are, it teaches you to embrace,

Love, break up, victory, failure,
Music fills color in every atmosphere,

Music reminds you of someone,
Music helps you forget someone,
Music motivates you to achieve your goals,
Music helps you to rock ‘n’ roll,

When you have a long exhausting working day,
Shake your legs in loud music, sadness won’t stay,

When you want a soothing peace of mind,
Beethoven’s symphony is the best and one of a kind,

Music comes in many colors and taste,
A bit of experiment and you know which one suits you the best,
No matter if you’re angry or being rude,
Music is out there for every mood,

Be it a wedding or someone’s demise,
If not selected carefully, music can be a surprise,

When music is combined with the verse,
It has the magic to lift any curse.

Copyright © 2016, Aashish Barnwal,  All rights reserved.

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​If words are not there to speak for you,
If all the signs in this world don’t give you enough clue,
Let the emotions flow through the window of eyes,
Let the eyes be your verse and depict the story to mesmerize.

Copyright © 2016, Aashish Barnwal,  All rights reserved.

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​Under the blanket in chilling winter,
I write my poetry although my hands shiver,
Fingers have frozen like a stone,
My heart is still pumping blood in vein,

A memory from the past keeps me awake,
A memory that I try every night to forget,
Once I too had someone to express,
A special one to listen all my interests,
All I have now is my loneliness and my dreams,
I scare to share my thoughts no matter how mature it seems,

Evenings got washed, nights got changed,
Days passed, months did, years they became,
Writing kept me hooked all these years,
A purpose to live despite all the tears,
No drinks, yet I am addicted,
Noone around, yet I am seduced,

Now poetry is my life, poetry is my love,
I ain’t pleased with any other stuff,
I have found a new way to express,
Feelings that would otherwise have been dumped in distress.
At least it will never leave me ever,
I can write my heart out forever.

Copyright © 2016, Aashish Barnwal,  All rights reserved.

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