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jab they met

वो  एक तारामय रात ता ...
जब वो  मिले थे ..
समारोह के लिए खिलना ई -
मुस्कान शेत्रुओं के लिए दो
तो कुछ बाते शुरू हुई और तारे चमकने लगि ..

प्यार खामोश दिल में रास्ता मिल गया
जब वो मिले थे..
वक़्त के साथ साथ ..
समय और दूरी को सहते हुए..
कुछ देर ओर चले ..इस दुनिया से बेखबर ...

पर न ये कुछ कहाँ न उसने..
जब वो मिले थे ..
क्यों की उन्हें डर था
की कहीं वो उन्हें खो न दे ..
बाते थम गयी..दूरियाँ अपने राह बना ली

अब थो न ये आँसू  रुकते हैं
न उनकी यादो का सिलसिला ...
जब वो मिले थे..
वे एक आत्मा के रूप में निवास ,
भाग्य को गले लगाते..

पर आज भी वे अपने आप से पूछथे हैं
"काश ..हम अपने दिल की बात केह दी होती थो ..शायद "

                                                आज फिर तेरे याद सहने पड़ेगी
                                                       कुछ इस दिल की
                                                       कुछ इस अकेलेपन की
                                                       कुछ इस अधूरी बातो की...


                                                           


                                                                             
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Crumpled Paper

I scribbled, I tore and I wrote again...
Trying to tell you all my pain..
They kept coming back,
raw, violent, brutal and vehemently..

I sketched, I fumbled upon all those words unspoken..
But it didn't heal either...
You were never beside me,
nor was your shadow..

I searched, I groped all the energy..
for it slowly poured in, and crumbled me to pieces..
blinding light shone from above
cutting down all the shreds of broken ..

I squiggled, I scrawled and I wrote again..
In the end, it struck me hard..
If you were my Love ,
you'd know even the untold stories apart..!


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Your 'Sky'ness..!!

summer recreation

P.S. Writing down on a paper has its own essence that can never be replaced with typing.. 

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On The Edge

Little would they know..
strolling through the memory..
the pain it took to overcome..

                                        Heart that pounds furiously
                                        where instincts scream to back off
                                        but the decision has been made..

                                         This stress is too much to take in
                                         Standing right On The Edge
                                         Strings of memories weaving 
                                        But its done...no more..
                                        Time passed..distance stayed..
                                        days got distracted..
                                       
                                        The blistered soles of feet
                                        beginning to give away...
                                        tear made its ways..
                                        like its following a rhythm
                                    
                                        Just one more step..
                                       She kept telling..
                                       One moment she was an living entity..


                       
                            
                                         
                                         

                                































































































































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My Eternal Home

Books..!!
 Hah! my love, my bestie,my only pass-time, an easy escape...footpath to eternity!



                              
                    How I adore reading books. It all started with the comics, prose and poetry lessons at school etc etc...The intuition to get into the fiction-sphere ignited slowly. Now, I read everything. Be it mystical, horror, fantasy, humour, mythological..what not? but fiction always reserves a place :-)


      It somehow instilled the feeling of completion.  Reading good books matters. Now, we can't simply prompt about a book without actually reading them. No matter how  arduous it might be,I can never leave a book half-read. We can't presume the ending, right?


                     To fill-in the emptiness,
                     To get carried away,
                     dexterity of visualization..
                     There is a alley...


      I've had this rule "A Book Every Week".Well, it really does'nt work at times. I miss the times I was completely lost into books, but now? I rarely get enough time to ponder.And yes, this writing-bud is infixed by the reading-worm inside-my-head. I read to seek knowledge , but I’m also a big fan of escaping into well-crafted fiction, where peeling back the author’s story reveals a deeper truth. Where flawed, broken down characters are always remembered and may be even respected. An author has the capability of taking a part of us with them.Every time we read, we learn. Its easy to compare ourselves with the characters of the book ( Man!! I do that everytime! ).
                         

       Reading is important. It definitely can help broaden our minds or strengthen our thinking skills.But at times its really hard to stay focused..! When u love books, you carry one around with you, you make knowledge your number one sought for passion, you talk about them, you live and breath them.Its just like sports and work.. 

Books to be read:
1.The Prince-Niccolo Machiavelli
2. War And Prince-Leo Tolstoy
3.Prodigal Daughter-Jeffrey Archer
4.Quiver full of arrows-Jeffrey Archer  
5.The Hobbit-J.R.R.Tolkien
6.The Other side of Midnight-Sidney Sheldon 

more shall follow eventually... 


Keep up the reading...
Cheers :-)

                 
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The Wait

                          
                                    
It was tough to open all my secrets to YOU...
I was so naive,
That...
I like-ed YOU...
I trust-ed YOU...
I admire-ed YOU...
I respect-ed YOU...

 But 

Every time I decide-ed I won`t give in my courage
YOU come and break in like a storm...
YOU were like wind...
came and gone in a eyes glance
That little affection YOU carry around...
Hits me harder
I can`t imagine my life without YOU
All I want-ed was to...
be with YOU 
stand by YOU
argue with YOU
fight with YOU
support YOU

But

All YOU gift-ed ME was 
push-ing ME down
abandon-ing MY heart
murder-ing MY feelings

But

Why I don`t understand?
I keep WAITING for YOU...
Wishing to see the rainbow of your eyes
Coz I know you`ll come back
Only to leave ME again...


                                          I thought it was only me...
                                         But now YOU`ve found her
                                         And I know that 
                                        YOU can never look at me
                                        The way YOU look at her...

And the reason why I don`t want to blame YOU
For this woe is coz
It was never your fault...

I kept hearing things,
The ones YOU never verbalized
I kept holding on to promises,
Which YOU never made
I made myself believe that,
YOU were the only ONE I needed
And I kept believing that someday,
Your transient feeling towards ME
Will blossom into something else

but

how could I forget that,
what we want the most 
is the only thing that is never gonna happen...?!

                                             For now...
                                             I hope YOU`ll realize
                                             how it feels
                                             To be stranded on thruway
                                             that leads to NOWHERE...!!!
  
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Here For You...

                               
                                  Indolent were those days...
                                before I met you
                                Each tomorrow was same as yesterday...
                                books squeezed most of my time
                               
                               Then YOU entered my life...
                                things were`nt the same anymore
                                Every new day began with a hope...
                                sweet feeling slowly crept in

                               Moment of bliss bust in...
                               every moment with you was blessed
                               Time just flew by...
                               The joy that you bring , filled my day

what more could I ask for?
elated by the very feeling...
wishing upon a star ,
but...
Yes, I was cut down...

                               The feelings I have for you...
                               never seem to die,
                               I keep having those memories...
                               And I don`t why ?
                                
                                Memories of what we talked... 
                               what we thought,
                                how we felt...
                                Still stay in my head,
                              
                                 Although my heart was torn...
                                 I did nothing but forgive,
                               We pushed through our lives...
                                 And we continued to live

Tablets of the memory,
 never faded away...
Because sometimes I go back,
before each breaking day...

                              Being friends was one thing...
                              that we both agreed,
                               Upon all of this...
                              I thought I was freed,
                                   
                              Freed from everything
                              That kept me to you, 
                               But I`m still not...
                              And I know it`s true,
                             
                              Now its all empty...
                              in the valley of my heart,
                             As hard as it might be...
                             Sometimes, we just have to let go,

I don't know,
how to handle a complicated heart...
 If I had to pray for someone,
I`d pray for you...
       
                             I`m stuck without a voice,
                             without thoughts...
                            And without the strength,
                             to move on...
                            
                             This is something,
                              I need to do on my own...
                             This is the path You chose,
                             This is the way I should go...
                            
                               Because the one thing I do know,
                              Being pulled back to reality,
                              And to let my heart be untroubled by judgements 
                            Is I can bring my feelings to death...
  
Even if we are,
never again together...
I`m always Here For You
Always and forever...


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Love For Rain

                                 
                           
                             I love tiny pitter-pattering sounds, that make everything seem so huge, so endless. Listening to those sounds while walking along a misty path is magical!...Rain makes me smile, while I`m walking home after a bad day. It starts puring,puring endlessly...And the sky is always beautiful and dark, if there`s sun, the rain glitters against it. aaaaah...!!
                             Sounds Of Rain is the most natural beautiful sound. It catches breath. It`s so calming - I can sit and listen for hours and the smell is something surreal.Uhh.. I dunno when I fell in love with it but I guess it all began when I was little and my grandma used to babysit me ( this was back when I was 2-3 years old)...
                             Whenever it would start to rain, my grandma and I always sit by the window (we had this gorgeous view down the mountain and a huge window) and we would watch the rain stream across the window in little rivulets... then we would read this book together called "Thunder Cake" by Patricia Polacco. If it started to thunder we would count and figure out how far away the storm was.Once the storm was near we would always bake our own special 'Thunder Cake' and Grandma`s bread (she makes the best bread ever! yum yum).Because it rained so often at that house, it became sort of a ritual for us. I guess that`s how I started liking the rain...

                                               I love the Rain...
                           just because, when its raining , I don`t feel alone anymore
                                         it seems as if the sky is crying with me...
                           and letting out the pain becomes easier ...
                                     coz this world can`t see my tears.        
                               
                            Here goes my song which is unfinished and I don`t think I`ll ever complete it...

                                           It`s raining ,
                                   On a  very gloomy sunday..
                                                 its raining ,
                                   Breaking the silence...
                                                its raining ,
                                    Somewhere out in the open...
                                               its raining ...
                                    Bringing out all the memories at a flow..
                                              its raining ,
                                     Trying to whisper in my ears...
                                           Yes , its raining....

                                         The sky lit up,
                                   making a space for new day...
                                 like the smile you`ve painted,
                                         On my face...
                                     hold me now  
                                  and let me know of brighter tomorrow!...
                                        
                                         And I will wait for you,
                                         Don`t ever let me go...
                                     And I will wait for you,
                                 Through this thunder and this rain,
                                   Somewhere far away from the pain...
                                       let me go!...

                                            its raining ,
                                   pushing my way...
                                       its raining ,
                                  putting up courage....
                                      its raining ,
                                sometimes , somewhere out , someday...
                                     its raining ,
                              the sound of rain cries out loud for a miracle!...
                                       Oh ya!! its raining...

                       Something very relaxing...
       
Thanx for the read,
enjoy good music,
Have a great week ahead :-)  
Cheers...                                                                  


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