I am YOU!
Perhaps it’s always been the case But I have begun to feel it more these days In important and in those little things In familiar yet in undescribable ways I notice it in the way I speak Even in the way I react to what I eat It manifests in my constant worry I have changed for sure and it’s bittersweet Each day I look in the mirror the feeling grows It causes me to miss you more and then not to There are no two ways about it, I am sure I was “me” now I am “you”
I Believe
Sunlight streams through my window But fails to lighten up my dark corners The corners of my vacant heart Life just passed me by While I sat making other plans A long winding highway with pain at every bend A journey spent in waiting for the next milestone Just tunnels without any light at the end Good things come to those who wait they say How much longer? How much further? No stopovers, no goodbyes No fleeting moments stolen from life Lifes just a one way track headed nowhere Hope is the fuel I run on And I still wait because I believe Yes, I believe
Ode to a Sibling
Is there a burial ground for a heartache? A deep distant corner to bury your feelings Of the sort that were suppressed Emotions left unexpressed The ache of a playmate lost The agony of a companion gone The hand that helped me walk The one who shaped the way I write and talk Never to come back again ..you're gone without a trace Every time I've thought of you I've held back Stopped myself from wondering How it would have been had you been around How you'd have felt In my moments of joy and those when I was in pain Years have passed yet the hurt remains The unsaid and the unreleased is what I pen today Don't need photographs on the wall I close my eyes... I see your face
Life In a Cliche
I love to catch the morning sun in my eye Always believed there's a cloud with the silver lining somewhere in the sky I long to catch the winter morning breeze When it rains I relish the sight of the washed green leaves Yes there's a rainbow somewhere with a pot of gold For every ending there's a story still untold I know that good things come to those who wait That there will come a day when all the work is finished or when it is not too late I still feel the bitter truth is better than a lie That belief is in saying why not rather than why Wisdom is not in holding on but letting go When the tide is against you its better lying low In my life I have not loved wisely but loved deep Never made promises I could not keep Always tried to disguise my despair as patience Looked forward to the journeys and not the destinations Chosen life (Well...considering the alternative !) Thank you Lord for all the mercies Whenever I look back at my life I would love to have LIVED it just like the cliche!
Time to Fly
Some pages in the book of life are best unread No point looking back nor consider retreat Got to find a raindrop that patters to your beat There is a cloud that has your silver line There're shells at a beach for you to find Spaces for you to venture into Challenges waiting for you to try Dreams waiting to come alive Go on! Turn the page Life's waiting to be lived It's not just spreading your wings But courage that makes you fly
चेहरा (ज़िंदगी का)
कहते हैं चेहरा रूह का आइना होता है आइना भी मगर कहाँ सारा सच बतलाता है हँसते खिलखिलाते चेहरों के पीछे अक़सर झुर्रियों के बीच गहरे ज़ख़्म दबे होते हैं चाहे अनचाहे मुखौटे पहनना तो हम सीख लेतें हैं हक़ीक़त मगर अपनी गली ढूँढ ही लेती है लाख छुपाने की कोशिशों के बावजूद शिकन आख़िर नज़र आ ही जाती है हम सब कोई ना कोई बोझ तो उठाए दबाए फिरते हैं बस कभी कह के तो कभी सह के सम्भाल लेते हैं ग़म और ख़ुशी तो सहेलियाँ हैं कब एक ने दूजी का हाथ छोड़ा है इन दोनों के रिश्ते में जलन कहीं तो पलती है ज़्यादा देर एक साथ दे किसी का तो दूसरी खलती है ज़िन्दगी है कैसे और कब तक एक ताल पे नाचेगी ग़म लगाम है तो ख़ुशी चाबुक फ़ितरतन वो भागेगी
दंगल
वाक़िफ हैं तेरे हथकंडो से ए ज़िंदगी फ़िर भी उलझन पैदा कर ही देती हो लाख़ जतन सम्भालने के करते हैं मगर बख़ूब धोबी पच्छाड़ लगा पटक ही देती हो थेथर मगर हम भी कम कहाँ दंगल में तेरी उठ के फ़िर कूद जातें हैं थके पिटे कितने ही हो भला ख़ुद पे एक बार और दाव लगाते हैं तुम्हारे अखाड़े की लगी मिट्टी नहीं छूटती बहुत चाट ली ज़मीन की धूल गिर गिर कर ये विजय नहीं स्वाभिमान की ज़िद्द है जो लक्ष्य नहीं चूकती अब निकलेंगे अपनी पीठ पे या बाज़ी जीत कर
A Date with a Memory
A Marked Calendar! How does one prepare To face impending despair What do you do When you know the blues are going to hit you You see the pages of calendar turn A date with a memory awaits Passing time hasn't yet healed the burns Of a day when you were hit by a cruel twist of fate You try to move on Carefully treading down memory lane Past flashing images of a loved one gone The heart laments, aches and pains The day passes punctuated with awkward silences With the mind and heart attempting conversation What one says the other refuses Each year its the same situation Someday the mind hopes the heart shall learn To look back and remember The years of pure joy And not just one bad day in September
The Perfect Circle
Art: Circle of Friends by Susan Vannelli I pen these lines to say ‘Thank You’ on what my little one says is Friendship Day
There are indeed things to express and today’s as good as any other day
Always maintained and truly believe that friends are the family one can choose
Our most potent weapons always ready at our behest to convince, corrupt or confuse
To all the friends who befriended me or I ever made
At work, the university, the neighbourhood or first grade
Close or distant so many of you have had a role to play
In shaping me into the person I am from the proverbial clay
To those who really don’t fit the classical definition of a friend
The ones that are always around to support with hand to lend
The parents, siblings, the teachers at school and yes even bosses
The hands of God, the guardian angels, the mystery sauces
To those with whom I stayed the course and they’re but a few
You have a big heart, I know what it takes for being there, for staying true
Then there are those that distances and time pushed away
Mere pauses in our friendship for whenever we meet we just press play
To the handful and hopefully all of you know who you are
My rocks of Gibraltars, my partners in crime, my guiding stars
For a man of words I search for ones that’ll convey what I really want to say
I live and breathe metaphorically and truly it’s because of you I’m here todayतू है…के नहीं?
He and I आज एक याद फ़िर ताज़ा हो चली है संग वो अपने सौ बातें और हज़ार एहसास ले चली है तोड़ वक़्त के तैखाने की ज़ंजीरें खुली आँखों में टंग गयी बीते पलों में बसी तस्वीरें सुनाई साफ़ देती है हर बात अफ़सानों का ज़ायका और निखर गया है सालों के साथ दर्द और ख़ुशी का अजब ये मेल है संग हो तुम फिर भी नहीं हो बस यही क़िस्मत का खेल है