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HINDI POETRY: AAS
Ghar ke konno mein awaazein gunjati hai
Aur mann ke bheetar hai sirf sawaal.
Shabd khoo gaye hai mujh mein kuch iss tarah jaise
Paani mein khoyi hui aasuon ki boond.
Farak naa padke bhi farak padta hai
Mann hi mann koi khayaal bhitar se mujhe jhanjodta hai.
Dard itna hai ki jaise dil, dimaag or mann koo kass ke nichod diya hoo.
Himmat aur saahas ne saath mein dum tod diya hoo.
Aasuon kaa her ek katra aankhon koo dhundhla kar jata hai.
Roshini kuch iss tarah se gayi hai
Ki sach kya hai? Aur kon hai apna?
Vahi nahi samjh aata hai.
Sawaal itne hai
Aur jawaabon ki khabar nahi.
Khudme aise uljhi hun aaj
Ki raaston o...
The obvious thing about strange things is that, you know about it's uncertainty; and the strange thing about the obvious things is that you never doubt on it's certainity. That's when life gives you surprises and you stand stunned at it's events.
People who tell me that "you've changed!"
And yes, I did.
Because I can feel myself murdered with the laden of my life.
I've no guts,
But do have the thoughts of suicide.
I feel like a prisoner,
Who's caged for several years.
Who's mind is shrinking
And heart is drought & at the same time, dunk in fears.
That the happy kid inside me has been kidnapped from a while.
In search of it,
There's no one out there, for me, to pay the ransom,
That is, their love & their time.
You say, you stand by my side.
And I fear this intimacy will for once choke my breaths.
You say a few beautiful lines.
And ask me, why like before, I don't react?
Photographs on the back wall, that remind me of my childhood days.
Cold breeze through my window, knocking with the sound of rains.
The serene view of peace, when I peep outside, standing near my window.
My cupboards are all decorated with the motivations, that I've penned for my lows.
A perfect room to live & make me happy.
But there's this one thing, that I ignore or it ignores me!
Everytime I stand in front of it,
I see myself growing older.
Everytime I see it closely,
I judge myself.
Everytime we made a contact,
It showed me my sins.
Everytime I tried to recognise,
It showed me my downfalls.
It's a deep rooted fear, that grew with time.
Doubting my existen...
Dark & starry sky,
With scary voices of strom.
While my room was locked in deep silence.
Tick-tocks of clock
Ponding my heartbeats by every minute.
There was nobody outside
And I could feel the sprinkles of wild rains on my face.
Sitting cozy on my bed
I listed out every negative thing that could've happened to me.
I slipped my hand outside my comforter
To grab some water for inner peace.
Everything was blank
And my head was spinning with some flashback memories.
All I remembered was
I'd my dinner with everyone downstairs & went asleep.
I got up out of my bed
I knew, it wasn't a mirage as this place was familiar.
I peeped outside the wind...
How could I forget the arms,
That wrapped me around with love.
Eyes which never lied to me,
Just showered trust.
But maybe someday time will teach me,
Cause nothing can only go on without trust.
Dear Maa and Papa,
For years and years you've held each other's hand,
Without any regrets.
I've seen that love inside you,
Which always, binds you both together.
That smile on Mumma's face,
When you compliment her or feel proud as she's your wife.
That pure love and care which Mumma gives to Papa,
With selflessness, by complete surrender.
I've see you scolding Mumma,
When she go careless for her health and you stay awake for her till late nights.
The way you tease Mumma,
By reading out those "Husbands are the real victim in a marriage" kind of jokes,
That gets her angry,
Resulting in a sweet and sour kind of agruements.
And when Mumma expresses her rights over you,
By taunting, when yo...
Your ten-digit phone number,
Today, feels so lengthy to type.
Fingers are trembling,
Sweating like penaltised without a crime.
Downfalls are necessary.
As only from the ground,
You can view the sky,
At which you're aiming!
A pointed needle penetrating into the heart,
Slowly and slowly for giving that pinch of doses of aches.
Sometimes, pain gives such a relief,
Giving a feeling like a masochist.
It feels like,
A habit of drinking all of it in a gulp, deep down.
Eyes don't smudge into tears anymore,
While lips learn an art of faking a smile.
Fews things just leave,
Dropping a few splashes of stains in our heart.
Without committing any sin,
Punishing with their heartless words.
In this sour world,
Only his smile for me
Tastes like a whipped cream as a topping with sweetness!
Voo alfazon se kuch nahi bola,
Lekin ankhon se bohot kuch keh gaya.
Sukhe patton ki tarah murjhaye chehre se,
Kuch ankaha keh gaya.
Dard tha unn ansoon se chamti aankhon mei,
Joo iss dil ko apna dard baintt gaya.
Aya tha voo mere pass kuch khass umeed se,
Lekin tut ti umeedon mei bhi pyaari si muskaan de gaya.
Jaate jaate bola,
"Didi, bhagwaan aapke saare sapne pure kare!"
Aur khelte khelte, koi dhun gaate gaate chal pada.
Fatte kapdo mei lipat kar,
Uss bhari thandi mei sursurata hua, kisi aur se umeed lagane nikal gaya.
Jebh khaali thi meri,
Varna usse kabka rok chuki hoti.
Zara theraa kar uss se,
Khaali hath hone ke bavajud b...
Love demands surrending yourself completely for the time being,
Either for your dreams, passion, profession or relations.
I left those four walls,
Leaving behind those three elements.
Who were my shadow in every pain.
Who were my happiness and my motivation bank.
Abb berukhi se tumhari,
Humme shikayatein nahi hoti.
Anjaano ki tarah andhekhaa kar dete t hai tumhe ye sochke,
Ki kabhi naa kabhi ehsaas tumhebhi hoga.
My dreams are like those feathers,
Sometimes blowing away by the winds where it takes them.
Sometimes lying still on the ground,
In entire silence.
Yet destined to fly above in skies,
While moving ahead with patience.
DAY I MET HIM
We were returning from the cafe,
Walking towards the road.
It was late december night.
I was wearing a wollen top and a jacket,
Shivering in cold.
Rubbing my palms,
Exhaling warm air onto my skin.
And he was fully packed,
Covering his head with his hoody's cap,
A sweat shirt over which he wore two
more wollen sweaters.
A muffer to save himself from the getting freezed.
His hands inside the pocket of his jeans.
Still, I could hear his teethering teeths.
In that silence.
The only noise we could hear were of those vehicles and horns.
Not much people could be seen around.
Out of the few leftovers,
Most of them were tho...
Such an irony of life,
That we don't give a damn to the people who are dying to make us a part of their life, while we keep running and struggling for those who don't give a damn about us!
Your heated words, still burn my heart, leaving it into some invisible scars.
I was there,
Searching for my papers into an old shelf of books.
Where I found my favourite novel,
Coated with the thin layers of dust.
It was still as tempting to me,
As it was before.
And grabbed it out dusting to get it's same old new finish.
The pages smelled so nice,
That I couldn't stop my fingers from turning it.
I wanted to re-read my most favorite part of the book.
The scene where,
The author met his love for the first time, describing her beauty with the nib of his ink,
Their first kiss that made him believe in love and crazy feelings.
The page where I kept your love in the form of my bookmark!
The page, which I...
I've more dreams in my eyes,
Than the time span of my life.
His every 'BYE' scares me.
It feels like my train has departed without taking me.
Touch of your skin onto mine,
When my heart was dried and soaked in despair.
The way you assembled my pieces,
Your wet hands moulding it into the shape of love.
While you caressing me with your innocent love.
And your fingers exploring my soul.
My pieces of clay heart are now shaped and strengthened.
Now that I know, you're the one,
Who'll never let it break.
You're the one,
Who'll be keeping it close to you and safe.
You're the one,
Who can heal it even in the storms or cracks, with your clay.
You're the one,
Who can carve a smile on my face.
I want to stay in your arms,
And mold our hearts together with our clays.
Painting us together,
In the colours of blue, green, ...
THINGS YOU LOVE
The things you love to do,
Will always be there within you.
There ain't any specific time or specific period,
To do what you love.
Opportunity just keep on knocking at your door.
Or maybe minor.
You'll have a chance to grab them for infinite times.
And you'll have a chance to reach,
Where you wish to stand.
That broken feeling,
When the reality of life hits you hard,
And pulls you out from your dream world!
One day, I will wipe off all your tears,
And never give a reason for you to cry.
One day, your proud smile will flaunt,
Illuminating my whole life.
Tareefo kaa silsila abhi toh shuru hua tha,
Kuch tumne ki thi,
Aur kuch humne.
Dherro baaton kaa pitara abhi toh khulla tha,
Ki kuch mithi thi,
Aur kuch dil ke ander dabbi tasveere.
Derr raat tak kaa tumhara saath,
Abhi toh sukoon dena shuru kiya tha.
Itni sachchai se kisi koo apna sab kuch batana,
Abhi toh tumse hi shuru kiya tha.
Yu toh na jaane kitno se kitni der taale baatein hui hai,
Per tumse kari baatein naa jaane kyuu haseen lagti thi.
Bohot the tumhare dost,
Aur shayad, mei bas unka hi ek hissa thi.
Ek dusre ke mazak mei her ghum bhula dene ki,
Humari kuch naayi si aadat abhi toh bani thi.
Awaaz nahi sunni thi tumhari,
Naa tumhe kabhi dekha.
Lights in the darkness,
With sweet voices singing carols.
Waiting to get our desired gifts,
Taking blessings from Jesus.
May all the wishes, comes true this Christmas!
I'VE BEEN HOLDING
I've been holding your hands,
Just not to sink and drown.
The love we share is pure,
With the paths of ups and downs.
When will you be back with that smile,
Which made me flatter?
Tell me once that you're alright,
Happy writing your life's chapter.
Call me when you need me,
I'll hug to tight, with all my love.
Life has taken a turn on unknown paths.
It's not too late to bring back our love back.
It's not too late to say the unsaid words.
I know, we've waited long for each other.
I know, the feelings in our heart have blossomed much more.
We can hear our inner voices,
But failing to put them into words.
Eyes are ready to ...