कितना प्यारा, कितना न्यारा
देहाती जीवन था हमारा
शीतल जल था घड़े वाला
दूध पीते थे कढावणी का
रोटी सिकती चूल्हे पर
रखी जाती थी ठाटलिए में
सुखाई जाती थी छींके में
खाई जाती थी चाव से
दही प्याज के साथ से
तब दमकते चेहरे थे
ना कोई गम के घेरे थे
ऐसा जीवन था निराला
जैसे खुशियों का प्याला
कितना प्यारा, कितना न्यारा
देहाती जीवन था हमारा ।

रात रोशन दीपक करते
जिसमें खुशबू थी तिल तेल की
चूल्हा जलता लकड़ी ,छाणो से
जो सजते थे छाणेड़ी में
चूल्हे बैठ चर्चा करते
सब रिश्ते आनंदित होते
क्रोध से अनभिज्ञ थे
सिर्फ चौपालों के मेले थे
चौपड़ पासा, कुश्ती ,दड़ा
और माल्ला खेल निराले थे
कितना प्यारा, कितना न्यारा
देहाती जीवन था हमारा ।

खीर खाकर जुकाम उतारते
पाव घी खिचड़ी में खाते
पीपल छाल फोड़ों पर लगाते
नीम पानी से जख्म धोते
तब बहुत जल्द स्वस्थ होते
ऊंटों पर बारात जाती
तब चर्चा देर तक होती
बुजुर्ग तब माला जपते
हंसते-हंसते देह छोड़ते
यह करिश्मा जिसने देखा
उसको जीवन सार समझ में आया
ऐसा जीवन निराला था
जैसे खुशियों का प्याला था
कितना प्यारा ,कितना न्यारा
देहाती जीवन था हमारा ।।

It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.

it wasn’t chaotic.
it was calm and serene,
like the ocean.
the soft pitter patter
of the rain on the roof,
and the cool air it brought.
it was a sip
of freshly brewed coffee,
natural with no additives,
whatsoever.
the gut feeling
of knowing where home was.
and that is how
you came into my life.


the star that shines the brightest
amongst the pitch black sky.
it’s the white cloud that outshines
all the gray and gloomy ones.
the perfect fit of the last piece
to the unfinished puzzle.
it's the warm, fuzzy feeling
of getting into bed
early on a Friday night.
and that is how it was
when I started loving you.


it’s like a deeply cut wound,
one that’s inundating
with crimson colored blood,
having a tinge of maroon.
it induces pain
with every inbreathe
and exhalation.
it manages to have
the appearance of a scar,
yet it still feels so fresh
like a bruise.
and that is how it felt
when you left.


it was filled with haze
and suffocation.
the uncontrollable fast paced beat
of your heart.
Mona Lisa's enigmatic smile,
one that is hardly understood
by majority of the world.
a bite of dark chocolate,
bitter and sweet.
and this is my survival.

maybe in another universe,
where the sun and moon
would seek comfort
in each other
every once in a while,
there was an us.

in this universe,
i wouldn't have to wish
upon a shooting star
for you to be next to me.

the only galaxies
i would get lost in
were the ones
in your twilight eyes.

we were nothing,
but star-crossed lovers,
patiently floating away
in the endless milky way.