When the sky is shrouded
with darkness of expectation,
When the day is filled with
screams and abuses.
There comes the night
where misty eyes caress
the sleeping soul with immense love
depicting that, in the midst of darkness
of anger and frustration,
resides pure love which
still lingers around to keep the bond
strong enough and not to let it falter
Beginning is unknown
End is inevitable
Your existence links
the beginning and the end
You can be the cause of
end of the beginning
or beginning of the end.
There is no escape.
there is no beginning
there is no end.
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
Excerpt from 'A thousand splendid suns' by Khaled Hosseini.
"a thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls' are all those beautiful ladies who are hidden behind the walls of the outside world and yet provide the much needed warmth and resilience to the family.
Few years ago,
No so long though.
I started to write
converting every emotion into words.
Dancing and juggling each letter
into sea of ideas.
Today, ink inside my pen
never wants to dry.
There is a change in its attitude.
It has adapted from being black
to blue, green, red, every possible color.
And with immense courage
continues to scribble
every nuance of life
as a silent warrior.
Celebrating my journey of writing.
Who are wise?
Are wise the ones
who perceive to know everything,
Preaches this 'everything' to everyone around
and drives the endless dreams into a cage by their eminence.
Are they the ones
who begin with the notion of knowing nothing.
explores the endless horizons of wisdom,
and yet remain truthful to nothingness.
As 'Nothing' can never be shared
endless dreams can never be caged
A fresh splash of water
into one's face
is all that is needed
to awaken the half dead
from the dreamy fantasy
into today's insipid world.
A chirpy young wolf
filled with pride and
Never part of
Decepted with self-pride
everything around him
is not right
wolves can only survive in packs
'I am always right,
everyone should stand by my side'
a cobweb of cynicism
so deep, that he never
One fine day
he was abandoned by all
and a sense of
realization could be
read from his eyes
Until he was
nabbed by a mighty tiger
and everything was
Be social, be active
but don't be selective
Emote feelings that please all
but don't spread hatred
that gain momentum
When in need, take a stand
find a solution.
Don't be a scarecrow
who takes opinions
and makes a fact out of it
Play no blame game
You are just a pawn
in the larger battle of truth
You will be tricked at the end
And there will be no way out
Saddened by the social media eruption on every other topic these days.
A rose dressed in bright red,
spreading its petals with open arms.
Invites me to relish its fragrance,
until I am seduced and transported
into a mystical land of 'Love'.
Dedicated to all those who propose their love with a red rose.
Before my birth there was infinite time,
after my death there is inexhaustible time.
I never thought of it before:
I’d been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.
Excerpts from one of my best reads of 2017 - My name is red.
Another year has passed
letting to count the experience of life.
Last year was a game changer
in all aspects for most of us.
Let's hope and expect this year
will be the most happening year
with lots of joy and prosperity.
Wishing you all dear friends
a very Happy New Year!!
Better late than never. :)
Long long ago, not so long ago
a small tiny bud blossomed
into an amorous beautiful flower
with a soul of love.
It pledged to the God
" You poison me
You pluck me
and throw me on the ground.
I will remain strong
in their hearts
Until death sets them apart."
God was challenged
by this little flower
He sent snow, thunder, hail storms
cyclones, tsunamis, heat waves
to **** the flower.
But nothing worked. Sigh!..
Then he sent mystical bees
to **** its nectar and shatter it down.
Slowly but steadily
the battle of love was fading
But its faith was so strong
that it stood up yet again
refusing to die.
God was pleased by the devotion
and vowed to keep it alive
as long as it wishes to.
Today after an year of togetherness
in the institution of marriage
blessed by the god and all the loved ones
the little flower shines with pride
more than ever
and spreads smiles all over.
Walk into my life
And leave imprints of your goodness
A world filled with magical aura
Where, Clouds look like angels in cloak
surroundings as an artist's imagination.
With no vegetation in the nearest sight
Only mysterious mountains of different texture and shapes
Fills your stomach with deep eternal joy.
No! its not a fairy land
nor our nearest planet neighbors
Its Earth at its highest point.
Untouched and naïve
It’s the Himalayas!!
Remembered my first ever bike ride from Ladakh to Srinagar in the northern part of India. It was so wonderful that i have no enough words to explain its beauty.
Walk into my life
And leave imprints of your goodness
Ya Qamar! (My Moon!)
You are so close yet so far
you enlighten me
In the silence of the dark
a melody chose to reach my ears
In the absence of light
golden rays from behind the chocolatey clouds
chose to reach my eyes
In the midst of urban odor
fragrance of freshness reached my nose
Arousing my senses to
feel love in the air
live gratified life in the hustle
and spread happiness around
I am the chosen one.
Felt inspired after seeing old pics taken by my husband :)
I am a Bin
No one sees me with a smile
They show disgust towards me
Stars started orbiting differently
I am seen as a flower vase
A flower vase
Always enriched, with
different types of flowers
All appreciate my beauty
I am a cynosure
They come to me
Absorb my fragrance
It gives me immense pleasure
when I freshen them
But its not always the same
Sometimes they overlook me
Leaving me to stink in rotten flowers
The story repeats.
Yesterday, I was a bin
Today, I am a vase
And nothing much changed
So! I don't care anything anymore.
Best in you is yet to be discovered.
When there is a cloud of sorrow, a poet's pen learns to walk.
When the sorrow intensifies with heavy showers, the pen learns to dance and creates magic.
When peace and tranquility prevails, the poet's pen starts to wamble. It gets difficult for it to take each and every step.
And during the summer of happiness, the pen moves to a corner and suffocates to death.
The best poem from a poet's dairy comes out only during sorrow.
The heart break brings very strong emotions into words. Whereas during happiness, the poet forgets all her words and enjoys every moment of joy.
This is my first poem in almost 4 months.
living a normal life
Was wandering helter-skelter
on a fateful day
for something within her
she never understood
that day was very different
filled with dark clouds,
but, a ray of light
was following her all along
Night approached with a bunch of stars
Wondering what was wrong
She kept staring at the moon
and found a shooting star
approaching the ground
as though to take her along
That was the moment
she realized what was missing in her
the sparks from the shooting star
took her soul away from her and vanished
as though they were meant to be together till the eternity
That was the day he was born
and she gave away her heart and soul
to give birth once again a year later
as a human, and
to live a beautiful happy life ever after.
On the eve of my loved ones birthday :)
I stand on the pathway with blank eyes,
With a big frown staring at the sky;
I see the darkness behind the sun light,
alas, they could read the fear in me with an insight.
But they don't, as there is no darkness remains here after,
It is only my fear, fear of failure which is masking the joy with a plaster.
I know that fear will lose the battle one day,
and inner strength will join the hands with joy.
allowing me to see only brightness behind the sunshine and no other darkness hereafter.
Remembering the struggles of my past and how i overcame it with positivity. Hope this happiness and optimism stays with me forever.
Start the day with a fresh coffee in hand
and a view of sunrise
and see the magic for the rest of the day
A sip from a hot and aromatic
coffee of dusty gloss
and endless froth
in the midst of a dawn
and soothing music
played by the morning birds
casts a spell on your senses
with freshness and vigor
that lasts for the day long.
With the urge to reach the heavens
I kept walking until there was no more earth left
And I could not even reach the skies
Oh Dear Lord!
How do I know?
Where is the heaven and where is the earth.
Original version in Hindi+Urdu :) English version is a bit modified.
Falak tak chalne ka arman leke
hum chalte gaye chlate gaye
jana ki zameen hi kam padgayi,
aur aasaman bhi choo na paye...
Oh mirza ke galib,
tum kya jano
kahan falak hai aur kahan zameen
Heavenly land with romantic angels linger on my mind,
corrupting my senses not to return to the green land.
Oh the milky white mountains, milky white pathway, milky white clouds covering all my view as though kissing each other
Don't know where to draw the line
In this heaven i do not understand where do i stand
on the clouds or on the land
Look into thy eyes, you shall see the love
Look away from those eyes, you shall see if they are telling the truth
Only if u look away you will know if those eyes are wandering for someone else :)
A man says,
"In the urge of living a better life
and to get a better choice
I have tasted all the possible choices.
But one choice which I always had
at the back of my mind is what I am left with today.
And I don't know if this is my choice which leads me to a better life".
And I say,
Go for a choice where Ur heart is,
Your heart will lead you to a better life not a mere choice.
that bit me a year ago
is spreading a venomous
scent of freshness within me
that I am being dragged towards
the inane spell cast by Nature.
And I am dying the dead life
that i had lived so far
and enjoying the craziness
spread by the venom.
Was the change so inevitable?
If this change brought any other change,
then is the other change really worth it?
In the depths of desire,
when love is drowning into unknown spheres;
There raises a lotus
in the form of 'Hope'
and helps love to stay afloat
Wrong is in their mind
so they see all wrong around them.
They do the wrong
to themselves and to others,
without knowing, that
they are the ones
who will be wronged in the end
Imagine a story
for your life
and believe in it.
One's prodigious feat
is a deceiving notion of
Dedicated to people who think they achieved such greatness in life, that they eventually drown in their false pride.
Hidden behind the corner of my heart
to meet you,
to be with you
brings me towards you
at every possible opportunity
As you grow tall and tall
you send cottony clouds
to embrace me
with a beautiful hug
You stand all around me
caress me with your enigmatic charm
playing hide and seek
while i ride through you
You enlighten me at every moment
with your pals,
the dark sky
and various stars
Finally, you spread the carpet
of green meadows under my feet
and let me sleep a deep sleep
as though I am in my mothers womb
and I have no fear anymore
Defines the unending love for you in me
and defines a strong relation ever emerged
"The mountains and me"
Dedicated to my best friend..
Oh dear Bee!
I have waited for you
right from being a small bud to
a beautifully blossomed flower
I fell in love with you
even before you were my lover
I allowed you
my sugar rich nectar
But please do not
consume all the richness in me
and leave me to fall on the ground to wither
Let the wind ******* away,
before i die and fall on the ground
and let my petals spread
my beauty all around
Oh dear Bee!
I have loved you all my life
you were the one who fulfilled me
but the wind had been a true friend
who let me remain beautiful until i die.
To form a myriad of similitude
Thy were found in an ocean
following a flock of fish
without inferring the fact, that
only few shall reach the destination
who has determination
to follow the unendingly tiring
journey of self made dream
The rest shall only sashay half a distance
whenst thy realize their actual dream
In the urge of finding the secret of happiness
I went through every emotion of life
and asked each one of them to
to the treasure trove containing the key of joy
Well, every emotion led me to a newer zone of feelings
But one such emotion called 'sorrow' showed me the mirror
"While i was hiding behind your eye lids
forming a sea of pain coming from your heart
I could only lighten your ail by flowing down your cheeks
as precious drops
these drops contriving themselves to make as beautiful pearls
are my dear, the secret of your happiness"
Finally, my urge was laid to rest and i murmured
"Thank you Sorrow for showing me the mirror
and never come back again, as
I do not want my happiness to wither"
Verily, the joy attained after going through immense pain
leads us to the greatest treasure of happiness
The first ever dream you had
He was the superhero in it who saved the world
He has always the been the critic
at the same time, a secret admirer
He has allowed you to fall on the ground
but he tought you a lesson to get up and learn
He has always been a strict army man of the house
With whom you would share your feelings less
But when he threw his ears to listen to you,
he even beats mom in understanding you better
Very often you wonder, that
he doesn't care for you
he doesn't love you as much as mom does
But, he was busy in giving you the bright future
He is like the Banyan tree for the family
who strives life long to give shelter to his family
He is the best ever teacher
best ever guide
best ever support system
He is the foundation of your life
Without him you wouldn't exist
He is the first ever superman for a son
the first ever love for a daughter
He is the best creation of God
He is the 'FATHER'
Many a times fathers are misunderstood for being very strict, they tend to throw strict rules, they expect a lot from kids.
But what ever they do, they do it for the good of their kids. They never mean to harm their kids.
Fathers dont care less than the mothers, they just dont show it.
a win in the battle against self
by overcoming fears and guilt.
I sat near my window pane
and i could watch the traffic flow like rain
Suddenly a memory flashes in my mind
and i reach out for a hand to feel the comfort
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible
I walk alone on an empty pathway covered with snow
It gets slippery sometimes
my steps fumble,
and i reach out for a hand to hold me
and not letting me fall
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible
I stare at empty walls of my room
i get scared of loneliness
of something eerie
and i look for a hand to hold me and say
"I am there, Dont worry"
but, there is no one out there
it feels terrible
Finally, I close my eyes and
went into a dream land
where voices echoed
saying "We are here, waiting for you"
Dont get scared, We are always there next to you"
I wake up by the sunlight beam
falling on me, through
the snow flakes on my window pane
reflecting in my eyes like a diamond's glare
bringing a big smile on my lips and making me aware
That, Family and special ones are always there
Next to you where ever you go
Never feel alone..
There falls the mystic moon light
from my room window
into the tail of a kite
The gift that it was
thrown into a corner
not knowing the importance
lied into a shady vagueness
the light beam dwells deep into the tail
and catches my attention
realizing the patterns
that it drew
using small hops and curls
with a pleasant breeze
Brings in my senses to action
to realize and perceive
that, it may be a normal gift
by the giver
But for me it's
to take the flight
and soar to a new height
conceived by a kite festival in India
Why do we find many reasons to cry, but only one reason to laugh/ smile?
Why do people make life complex, when life is already complex by itself?
Why do we expect so much from life, when we know life doesn't give it all?
Are we only puppets in the hands of almighty God?
Cant we expect, love, feel, chose?
Why do we have to compromise, **** all the emotions to lead a happy life?
Why don't we get what we want?
Why? Oh! Almighty God, when will you answer.
Written in the year 2011. Still holds good.
Oh! Dear troubled Soul
Dont you see
how the bud blossoms into a beautiful flower
how the river gives birth from mountains
how a small seed gives birth to a giant tree
how a small spark of fire destroys an entire forest
How every shade of your life is been created and developed
A mere human has no power to do any of these
Then why and how can you take the privilege
of taking others lives in your hands
by torturing and killing them.
Faith and religion was meant to build humanity
Not to be inhuman and develop insanity.
Please grow up!!
Extremely disheartened by the way things are turning up in the name of faith. They are just creating hatred among others about their own religion. I am a true Muslim, and i feel very disgusting when some one says your people have created this nuisance. They are not among us, they are among no one. They just know to **** people with lame justifications.
They are only part of a religion called 'Terror'.
Life is too short.
Within no time, today becomes yesterday,
Present becomes past memories.
Life gives a chance to correct mistakes until it’s too late.
If you realize it on time, you succeed.
If you do not
then you cannot catch the time after its gone past
Safe and secure was I inside
Felt the warmth, care and love
Made movements when i enjoyed
Was excited to see the world outside
I came out with a brief pain
Outside seems to be much different
Scared and strange feelings prevailed
But could enjoy seeing all happy, smiley faces
Lot of other cries made me cry
But a tender touch wiped my tears
Just as the power that sent me here
My eyes wide open observing people, wondering what is happening
And then a voice whispered to me saying i was born
A new life, a new world, a new beginning
Yes, I was born.
This poem was written for a special one's birthday in 2012.
Walk with the wind, says all
And the wind shall make you fly
but only till a distance,
Beyond that it is your strength
your ability to fly farther.
If you dont,
you will be thrown into unknown spheres
leaving you all alone for ever.
But I say, do not walk with the wind
Stand strong and *****
In a way that you can build the strength
to face the winds from all directions
to face the rains
to face the scorching sun
and finally to feel the cool and pleasant breeze
bringing you back to your nascent self
and keep the journey going.
Oh My dear Friend!
It is easy to drown in the sea of sorrow,
but it makes a human of quality
to convert the waves into a life saving boat
and row towards the destination of shore.
This is actually written in my native language hindi which goes by:
Dard ke is sagar me doob jana sabhi ko aata hai mere dost
Lekin lehron ko naav banake, kinare ko pehchan na hi zindagi hai.
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
- Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Love me for what I am, and not for what i look
Love me only if i deserve the love and not for the mercy that you feel
Love me for the beauty of my inner soul and not for the money and not for any worldly desire
Love me even when i am not with you, but don't hate me when i am closer to you
Love me for the connection that we have, but not for the passion and desire
Love me like a mother to a child, like a devotee to god, like the nature to skies for i am the love and i am everywhere in you.