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when lights are eloquent, and the shadows are quiet

you are away

amongst the flowers in your garden

aroma of assurances

arms of intimacy

are stretched in vain

why should trail of light

not lead you to walk up the path

what are you waiting for

why this indecisiveness

what are you asking for

which this sky can not offer

why not create a new sky

by tearing the tears

off the idols u worshiped  so long

when lights paved your way

i kept quiet and decide to stay

where i was, lest i disturb

the joyful

moments,

the drops of dew

that dare not curb

whatever you seek

in life now or later

may there be solace

and sufficiency around

if even for only a few steps

i could  walk and add some

sparklle

should i feel bad, that it was not

for long

how do i communicate

my forest is on fire,
to this barren place,

of course,

you do not belong

main maun hun, tum bolo

chahey kisee bhi bhav

tum meri asmita ko taulo

aaj tum bas kuchh bolo

kaun jaaney kis tarah,

jeevan ki khulti hai girah

baand naye bandhan

shayad  tum ab nayey dwar kholo

main maun hun, tum bolo

nahin samajh payega jag

kis tarah raukey hain pag

kshama karo yadi bhula na pao

ab  swaro mein nayey ras gholo

main maun hin ab tum bolo

aaj phir ullas hai

jeevan mein khoye rang

to kya, taro bhara aakash hai

aaj phir ullas hai

kyun karun chinta kisee ki,

kyun baanu dukh ki seedhi,

har pal merey charo taraf, jab

tera wishwas hai

aaj phir ullas hai

why do i gather stones

curved and pointed

rather than the rounded ones

what will I do with these

i can not even hurt a fly

yet i keep these stones

may be to break all the castles i build in the sand

but then why would one need stones for that

would not a slight push do the job

may be even the castles

become stronger after i build them

just as the scars, which become stronger,

the more i heal them

 

Why did you ask

When did I last cry

Did you not see

My eyes were` always dry

Have I started slipping?

Has my mask become transparent?

 

 

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Old trees were reminding

How the streets were winding

The crowd of admirers

Address  of all those

Who expect  rejoinders

Have to be forgotten,

I was disillusioned

I thought, I had reached

The end of my journey

But actually I had tested the tether

There will be another day

There will be another walk

Some time I will walk faster

And some time u will remind me

That life is not

the game of outpacing each other

 

will I cherish these moments just

as memories of smiles

light brown flowers on pale gown

 

no, I will try to persuade you

to look at the life

as a journey

to help uncover the sparks

among the  less privileged

and the less confident

but deserving of our love

and a desire to inflict

on them, a pain

of purposefulness

and persistence

when nothing seems to suggest

why will these values really deliver

eyes will close,

voice will quiver

hands will be cold

but the soul will be warm

at that moment,

I will welcome the death

In your arm

 

 

 

7.25 pm

 

 

 

 

 

765

 

 

I have painted the black horizon

With a tinge of red sky

I saw today

Over the clouds

Tired and turbulent

As if u were reminded of  a deep sigh

That summed the situation

As if  I had located the wrong star

To navigate my ship

In a deep far sea,

away from the islands

That comfort the sailer

When storms arrive

But I am not fallible,

I am incorrigible

I have loved

With purest of might

That propels the whole

Atmosphere

Towards the edge

Where deep valleys

Shine

With all the lights

That will glow

In the backdrop of sullen nights

Do not stop me now, let me say

Why did I not pause

 

 

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You had offered to drink

The cup of tea I made

Without a spoon this time

In it, to let vapours escape

But then I did not make it

You did not ask,

The cup has now reminded me

Of the tea you made,

Turning your back, in blues and with jade

I still smell

The sparkles of smiles

That I saw on your face

When you had embedded stones I brought

In new earrings, with designs full of grace

How do I erase,

How do I paste

New postures

In empty coasters 

Just listen, pause for a while

Let me collect all the things

Before u put them on fire

For you, new dawn will herald

New memories of meanderings

I will stay here, with abandoned banks

Of a dried river, broken necklaces

 

 

 

 

Why did you heal,

Even a single wound

I had collected so many

Only to remain in pain,

Lest some body suspects

Smiles on my face to be hollow

I had covered with them

Like a lid of love  on cans of sorrow

Do not blame me for swinging

Like a pendulum of endless hope

And a desperation to die

After all, do not the sand dunes bear

The silence of cold nights

And summer of promises that wear

With time, like the vain tides of time

I will not complain, if you remain there, just quiet