Sour.....bitter...or...sweet!
The thought, the seeds,
When desire gives the needed feeds,
Germinate into saplings, the persuits!
The lush green tree, nourished by the deeds!
And the outcome, the fruits!!
Sour.....bitter....or..sweet!

Just like the thoughts!!

Strong...resilient..or..weak!
The foundation stone you lay,
Use the concrete or clay,
Seasoned everyday,
The built, exhibiting the hard work!
And the result, the edifice!
Strong...resilient..or..weak!
Just like the thoughts!!

Let's love
like mathematicians,
Place them in bracket,
and
let the time together
be multiplied by ∞!!

When the relations are sedentary,
The love is sedimentary,
Keep moving and shaking....

Not good ones, but bad stories
often playback!
Some people are missed, yet not meant to comeback!

Until the lesson is learnt, things are bound to come back!
Sometimes it's ok to look back,
without rollback!

Everything leaves eventually!
But each wound heals finally!

**Nobody is indispensable!
Nothing is irreplaceable!
Nothing   is   permanent!
Change is for betterment!

By changing our attitude,
Let's crush our sadness
pain and resentments
with the piles of happiness!

Keep adding good things
and let it grow,
In this way
Let the grace of the God flow

The freedom
still a dream for many
a term interpreted diversely
a privilege to few
have a dimension all new
but often devalued or undervalued
misused... abused...confused

The freedom
actually lies in setting others free
respect the earth air water and tree
serve thy nation year around with all the heart
not only on one day earmarked
not only in flashing the national flag
or painting on the face a latest swag

In my views,
the freedom is needed from discriminations
fears...atrocities on weaker ones
crime... poverty
ignorance.... irresponsibility

let's have a self discovery
why the freedom still a dream for many?

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*The desire tree,
chopped down,
stumped,
unattended,
since  long....
But the rain
nourished it
and few shoots
foliated anew...

O dear traveler,
my heart dweller!
we can not hover
when the trip is over
must not rip the heart
when our ways drift apart
since the memories rewind
the travel persists in the mind!

some trips, end...
but actually never end...
memories are carried forever...
in the soul they blend...

The darkness dissolves
Another night absolves
Let that clear your  slate
May be not so immaculate
Clean enough for coming day
To write on it in an all new way!

Pretended to be medicine,
proven to be placebo....
But the healing occurred,
Let it go....

You were
proved mirage,
The love between us
was proved a sand dune,
A storm shifted it elsewhere.
I lost my caravan for you,
deserted in the deserts
in the search of
an oasis.

जब दिन ढल जाये, रात गहराए, तो शहंशाह अपना हरम देखते हैं।
और हम शायर कोनों किनारों में तन्हाई और अपनी लिखाई, कागज, कलम देखते हैं।

As
the lights dim
and
the nights come,
Queens and Kings
look for the palaces,

and

we, the writers, hook up,
look for the pen and papers,
solitude in corners.

सच कहूँ तो न सीख पाये तुम बिछड़ने का हुनर

यादें...
बातें...
तसवीर...
आवाज़ें...
ख्वाब...
ख्याल...
दर्द-ए- दिल ...
सबक...

कुछ भी तो ले के न गए तुम ओ रहगुज़र!

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Actually never could you master the art to depart forever,

The memories...
The talks...
The images...
The voices...
The dreams...
The thoughts...
The heartache...
The lessons...

You collected nothing back from me
O Wayfarer!

Breath,
The most
precious
gift,      value
it before        it's lost.
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To all dear poets
Open or in closets

Across the globe
Or
Across the sea

Online
Or
Offline

Alone
Or
With someone

Merry Christmas

-From jugnu

When some stories hidden,
untold being written!

When the night is dark lonely,
the thoughts go soulfully!

When the eyes circling inky,
the pens go inking!

When the hearts go sinking,
the words flow brimming!

When the insides have thunders,
the pens create wonders!

The deep seated ire
makes the pens fire!

The lone brave fighters,
are the late night writers!

The life
was......
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When we met,
i visualized you to be mine,
it happened with time!

Then i had,
the nightmares of losing you,
it too came true!

Believing in "the law of attraction",
i wish to get back together,
But it is violated here!!

In the tempest,
praying for the best
the hopes float
on a small boat
steered by the trust and patience
love and acceptance...
Time and distance hardly matter
hope the things get better
the normalcy gets the track
the happy times will surely come back,
till then the finger are crossed
praying the lord
to let me remind that
Temperory is this helplessness
Howsoever I miss "us"
"this too shall pass!"
Yes
"This too shall pass!!"

∆
The thoughts, forming a train
travel down the memory lane
the mind, being the engine
the heart, fuelling it in tandem
^
crosses many stoppages
carrying the baggages
one full of hopelessness
other full of haplessness
one full of helplessness
and one carrying restlessness
^
the train keep revisiting the places
unloading the contents from it's coaches
the train is quite slow
at times stalls and refuses to go
^
the heart stays longer
mind tries to move further
many trips the train makes daily
the baggage being dropped consciously
^
the bogies are lightened
the mind is quitenened
the train is shortened
the world is brightened
^
the train, still makes trips
those places, it revisits
but quickly it comes back
to the track
^
with an attitude
of gratitude
the train goes on
and i move on....

No lookback
No comeback
No rollback
is
possible.
Only
flashback
of
"U"
is
killing
now
.....