Poetry

February 14, 2016

I took the road less travelled

I walked under the woods in mist,
In a dusk of monsoon, with eyes twist,
A non ending passage in forest,
Tiny drops of rain water slipped from the leaves in haste,
Through the grass, wind whispered,
Flowers in the golden, too madly danced,
Carpet of greenery resembled the ample cushion,
Snow white waterfall flowing as molten sapphire screamed for my attention,
Gliding over the rocks, splashing its tears,
Birds chirped and sung in my peaceful ears,
Breeze so soft and gentle as mom’s kissed,
Rustling branches, too not to be missed,
Sunlight casting pink golden hue,
Over the bridge of deep shimmering lake blue,
Desperately I looked through the trees straight,
The scenery was so majestic designed great,
A pleasant soothing gift to eyes,
Spell-bound silence and void of noise,
My senses lulled by the ravishing perfumes,
As I crossed the shades of flower blooms,
I wish my soul in the forest forever stays,
Far from deceives and free of lies,
I took the road less travelled,
All I wish is to grow old in this insouciant world.

February 8, 2016

Ek khamosh lamha

Aur ek khamosh lamha sab kuch keh gaya,
Jo baatein itne saalon mein alfaazon se byan na ho saka,
Woh pedon ke niche hathon mein hath chalna,
Woh kaliyon ka muskurana, woh gulabon ki khushboo,
Woh sung gaaye geeton ki yaadein,
Woh subah ka ruthna aur shaam hone tak manana,
Ek dusre ki nigahon mein yun taktaki lagaye rahna,
Yun intezaar mein aankhein bichhaye rahna,
Jab ek pal ki bhi der mein sadiyan nikal jati thi,
Woh har pal mein ek nayi zindagi jeena,
Phir kuch yun badal gaya sab kuch,
Jaise mausam ne li ho ek nayi angadai,
Band ho gaye yun sanchar ke saare sadhan,
Na hansna hasana, na ruthna manana,
Grahan lag gaya ho maano chand mein,
Aur ek din anayas hi hum mil pade,
Unhi pedon ke bich,
Wahi muskurati kaliyan, wahi gulabon ki khushboo,
Badla tha toh bas yeh,
Ki uske hathon mein thi chudiyon ki chamak,
Aur aankhon mein neelam se bahte aansoo,
Lafzon mein kuch byan na ho saka,
Aur ek khamosh lamha sab kuch keh gaya.

February 7, 2016

Life is a blessing

It’s been quite long when I penned down something. Here it goes, something that has been carved straight from the heart, something that came from a real life experience.

I sit, I look back,
Lost in the lanes of memory track,
Drowning in the waves of reminiscences chain,
A trauma flashes, like lightning does, before heavy rain,
And I see everything going black,
What happened to be spectacular and dazzling,
Suddenly transformed into cloudy, moonless sky darkening,
Nothing does make sense out of that shade,
I still keep looking with eyes wide,
A ray of hope, that might change something,
And I would again be the younger being,
Rightly they say, one has to pay for one wrong done,
Or was it one right that went mistakenly wrong?

I sit, I look back,
Delving into the threads of memory strangling,
I realize each moment is beautiful and a blessing,
That anything can happen in a trice,
And life turns upside down without asking any price,
All beautiful trails changed in a single stroke,
Leaving traumatised, emotionally and mentally broke,

I sit, I fantasize drowning in a reverie,
Looking myself in the mirror of Erised,
I glance my heart’s truest desires carved,
Is it a coincidence mere,
Or really the deepest desire,
Reflection it shows, is nothing special,
All it appears is a mirror typical,
For all I wish is to be the same old me,
Exuberant, cheerful and carefree.

Some say, you understand importance of something only after you loose it. Truth is, you always knew the importance, you just never imagined losing it ever.

A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset. When you wake up, take a second to think about what a privilege it is to simply be alive and healthy. The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, I assure you it will start to feel like one.

January 8, 2015

Standing high

I looked into the valley, restless and blithe,
Through the grass so dewy and lithe,
How does it feel, so high above,
So chilled and bleaked in the nature’s glove.

January 8, 2015

Those good old days

And so the college life has ended,
With so many feelings, lying in the heart beneath,
Left with memories we all spent together,
Best buddies who will be missed forever,
We will meet again, that’s the hope,
A little responsible, a little matured,
When “committed” will be no more a word,
When we will think twice before make others hurt,
No matter what shape the life will take,
Moments we lived, will never fade,
Waiting for us, is a new life ahead,
Full of opportunities, new paths to create,
With such long time spent, flew like a trice,
Hard to wave Good Bye, with eyes moist,
Oh! Why the feeling is so strange, distressing it is,
Like the fall of a leaf in a silent breeze,
Is it time to laugh, or time to cry,
Stay in touch, nothing more to say.

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