Such was the nature of your love –

you didn't even care

to say goodbye.

A happy face I saw– unknown,
yet it felt so familiar,
like someone I have known,
That smile, that face,
why can't I forget?

Were you for real,
or just a dream
my waking eyes
happened to see?

Love doesn't come and go
like waves,
doesn't change every moment,
nor does it touch only
a part of you.

Love is the ocean –
it drowns you for good.

एक खुश चेहरा  
जो देखा अंजाना  
क्यूं लगा कोई जाना पहचाना सा ?
वो हंसी, वो चेहरा,
क्यूं भुलाए नहीं भूलता ?

क्या हकीकत में हो तुम,
या कोई ख्वाब हो तुम,
जिसे जागते हुए इन आंखों ने देखा ?

Your eyes are
the mirror
of your heart.  

They reveal
what your heart
tries to conceal.

Silence of your
eyes spoke
what your lips
failed to say.

Life is so harsh
perhaps that's why
nature gave us
flowers and butterflies
to help us forget the pain
even if only
for a moment.

The mirror never
saw me cry.
All my tears are hidden
deep within
the vaults of my heart.

Only happy tears
rest in my eyes
and fall down
when my lips smile.

Every tear
is a precious treasure,
each drop carrying
a moment of pain
life hands over.

People who think
it's okay to hurt someone
for their own merriment

will one day find it the hard way
when life itself becomes their mirror –
showing them the monsters
they carry in their mind.

To be the black sheep of the family —
what a terrible thing to be.

All the neighbors and relatives
heap praise on my super-successful siblings
and hurl insults at me
at the first chance they get.

I know all too well –
it is their jealousy of my siblings' success
that they take it out on me.

If success is measured by
money and fame,
I am not going to take that bait –
I am happy as I am.

Insult me all you can,
I can take it all in.
For you can only give
what you have,
and for that reason
I forgive you.

I remain the black sheep
of my family–
by choice,
at peace and forever free.

Our meeting was nothing short of an accident.
We developed a friendship, out of nowhere.
The time we shared together was filled with adventure.

Then we reached that point in the road where we had to go our separate ways.  
So we parted ways with heavy hearts,
Though physically separated, 
we were always in each other's thoughts.

Now that the journey of life is about to end
I stopped, thinking what life would have looked like, had we made the journey together.

As I look back
searching for him
to see him one last time
to bid him the final goodbye.

I heard thunder
It woke me up
There he was
Standing next to me,
looking at me, smiling.

Now I know what life would look like
without him in it.
It feels like a second chance
A chance to change the course of my life.

But I am still in a dilemma –
which road to choose.

When the world

turns against you,

who do you

turn to?

Those who know

the art of giving

are the ones

who know the

true meaning of living.

Miles of sand,
scattered seashells,
a few starfish lying around,
I think I saw a white pearl too.

The beautiful blue ocean,
in front of my eyes,
touching the blue sky on the horizon.

Waves touch my feet,
carrying away some sand beneath.
A ship sailing in the distance,
a gentle breeze blowing,
as if playing with my hair.

Time flew by.
As the sun begins to set
the sky turns into a canvas
showcasing a myriad of colours.

A crescent moon appears,
with a twinkling star by its side.

It was my time to say goodbye —
after a well-spent time, not wasted.

A message from a distant star
reached Earth after a few million light -years.
It says,"I love you my Little Blue Dot,
see you in a million years."

When a relationship
feels like a burden and
trust is found wanting

Break it before
it breaks you.

As much as I wanted to

I could never hate you

my love was too strong

for hate to stand a chance.

Give and take

Strictly business

Giving and receiving

Love? Maybe.

In the fields
of the Netherlands
Tulips of different hues
are in full bloom.

An open invite
to all the butterflies and bees.
Watching them play around,
what a delightful sight
to the eyes of the beholder.

A moment of joy
for all nature lovers.

What makes life meaningful?

Understanding another's

pain and suffering–perhaps.

Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

One can only give
what one has

Be it love
or
Be it hate.

You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?

I always loved blue–
the blue sky
the blue ocean
my little blue pen.
I painted oceans on canvas
in various shades of blue.

But today, I am blue with
every bitter memory I have
of you.

I never understood life.

Well, who cares –

Life never understood me either.

I love you enough
to give you my life –

but not enough
to surrender my freedom.

Loving you

was not my fault –

telling you was.

You gave me
all your light
so that I may
shine bright.

Now that
your light
is fading
it is my time
to give,
to reflect back
all your light
so that you
may shine again

For you
For me
and
For all who
seek your light.

You left,

but love stayed,

and so did pain.

The more it hurts

The more you realize

The depth of your own love.

I want to break
all the shackles
that bind my heart
to you.
I want to break free.

Take away all the hurt.  
Take away all the pain.
I want to breathe.
I  want to break free.

If humans had no emotions,

poetry wouldn't have existed.

Loving you was my crime.

You punished me for life.

Love is not a poem
written on paper
that someone can tear
and throw away.

It is a spark that
once it touches
the heart,

it keeps burning
in the heart
for the entire lifetime.

Sometimes it appears
on the lips
as a smile

and

sometimes it appears
from the eyes
as tears.

When my eyes met yours,
my heart felt a unique feeling.  

Is this the feeling
that the world calls love?

It was my love
that gave you
the power to
hurt me.

तुमसे जो नज़रें मिली,
दिल को एक अनोखा एहसास हुआ|

क्या यही वो अहसास है,
जिसे प्यार कहती है ये दुनिया ?

I know not what you seek.
Don't understand the language
you speak.
All I know is,
you  possess a heart of gold–
a precious treasure
that cannot be sold.

Your kindness is like,
an unending river.
Wherever you go,
you spread love
and pleasure like a gentle breeze.

You are bound to no one,
yet you belong to everyone
whomever you touch.
Who are you,  
an enigma that I seek?

In the silence of night

wounds of the heart scream.

Meet my new friend,
her name is Pain.

She always stays by me,
never leaves my side,
no matter what.

She promised to stay with me
my whole life long
until it is my time to go.

So we both wait patiently
until that day arrives,
when she will hold my hand
for one last time,
put me to my grave and
bid her last goodbye.

In a faraway land,
there was a place
called Forgetland.
It was a place where
people could have their
memories erased.
Many people,
burdened with sad memories,
went there.
Among them were
two friends.

When they reached there,  
they were called
one by one.
One of the friends
went first, and
returned after a while.
He looked happy.

His friend was happy
to see him happy too,
and went to greet him.
He asked him how he felt.
He replied, "I am feeling very happy,
but who are you?"

I can always
forgive you.

Just tell me
how to forget you?

A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.

Life is given to us,
it will be taken away.
When and how,
we won't know-
till it is our time.

A disease or disaster,

road rage or domestic violence,

war or Mother Nature's fury,  

                     or maybe
                    
                       just love.

When there is a storm outside,
you take shelter in your home
till the storm passes.

What do you do
when there's a storm
inside you?
How do you run away?
Where do you hide?

All you can do is
stay in it-
let it tear you apart.

चाहत कागज़ पे लिखी कोई कविता नहीं
जिसे फाड़ कर फेंक दे कोई |
ये वो चिंगारी है जो
एक बार दिल को छू जाए तो
सारी उमर दिल में जलती रहती है |
कभी मुस्कान बनके होठों पर नज़र आती है
और कभी आंसू बनकर
आंखों से झलक जाती है|

Like a bus stop,
my heart was
to you.

You came,
stayed briefly,
then left -

like it was nothing,
as if it were
made of concrete.

It's not the fall,
but how you rise
after the fall
that defines you.

Silence is not
a weakness.

It's only an act
of non-violence.

If you're not beautiful,
be thankful -
for beauty is a mask
that hides the real you.

People who love you
will always see the beauty in you,
no matter how you look.