a midnight,
dark and dreary...

the soul,
weak and weary...

the eyes,
tired and teary...

the heartbroken,
pens the poetry......

Adored
↓
Implored
↓
Explored
↓
Ignored
↓
Abhored
....

sometimes a lot is to share
but actually no one is there

just for namesake, you have people
but get no support emotional

some issues can't be resolved
some problems can't be solved

but the words of comfort
doesn't really need any effort

and maybe saying "I'm there"
is enough to show one's care

in the difficult moments who lends an ear
blessed ones have a good listener....

if i accept a situation as it is
i hardly make any effort to progress

if i try hard, i get restless
and desperate to settle with less


unpredictable is the destiny
life is an unfathomable sea
i swim, float and sink in it
vacillate my spirit

accept from heart?
or try hard?

acceptance?
or perseverance?

always a puzzle
a mind under boggle
may it be a emotionally correct mix!
most of the situations get a fix!

an untoward event
born a thought dominant
caused the feelings consequent
provoked the emotions remnant
unexpressed, set in a trench dormant
wrapped in the dark, was the content
drenched with the tears vehement
with passing time it got ferment
spread an unwanted scent
toxify the environment
an untoward event

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!

O
dear hater!
do u matter?
of course not!
but thanks a lot
for letting me know that
people have right to reject
i am still not perfect,
and for equipping
my mind with neutrality!
my heart with equanimity!
my soul with magnanimity!
my life with acceptability!
for the black and the white
the wrong and the right
oh i think you matter
love you my hater!
yes you matter!

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?

A fine play
of the
clay
soft
and sift
moistened
turns malleable
gathered and made
to spin on a slow wheel
formed with shaping hands
baked at a high temperature
comes out a beautiful craft
and both of 'em are ready
an urn from the pottery
and  the  poetry!!

Things imperfect,
Tells a story perfect!
&
Things overlooked
For my poetry overbooked!!

¿ ¿ ¿
¿ ¿ ¿
¿ ¿ ¿
¿.  ¿  ¿.  ¿
¿  ¿  ¿
a cup of poetic tea
now becomes ready
when emotions simmer
       on a flame dimmer  @
           with subtle swirls       @
            twirls and whirls         @
           added with words         @
          the aroma spreads        @
      strained out the waste  @
the perfect taste
and here it's ready
the poetry ...the tea!

respiting april showers
surprise bunch of flowers
getting a loving forehead kiss
a call from a loved one you miss
the touch of soothing eastern breeze
a warm snuggle when the winters freeze
the aroma of a ginger tea after a drench
clenched hands on a sea facing bench
high school friends get together
healing touch of the mother
and having a friend true
the bliss is being you

आओ
कुछ लमहे
बिखरा दें दिल की ज़मी पे,
बारिशें हैं
शायद उधर
मोहब्बतें पनप जाएं...

Let's disperse
some moments on
the land of hearts,

It's rainy season
maybe the love
germinates there.....

उदासियों का एक कारवां लिए फिरती हैं
ये शामें जाने क्यूँ फिर भी तन्हा गुज़रती हैं

Move with
a caravan of melancholy,
Yet the evenings pass on lonely!!

•••
life is like a bird
set it free on time,
will forget to fly
if caged for long!
•••

The Sun
Fun
And
Run,
Depression undone
Anxieties none
Sadness to shun!!!

your love,
sometimes creates thunder
makes me wonder
why such a flood?
is it running in my blood?
am i  blessed so much?
or you are obsessed so much?

your love,
other times, just drips
many days it skips
random and rare
no share and care
makes me distressed
maybe your disinterest.....

your love,
at times, the pre-monsoon shower
it feels like golden hour
what if i need it more?
but you focus on other chore..
when i feel not so strong
for your comforting words, i long...

your love,
everytime it is desired
in my low mood, more it's required
your's is an important role
like a refrigerant in climate control
can it have an auto-mode?
given more at peak load
or conserve it for those days
when i need it more than average?

●●●
the moon is lonely in the starry night
the sun is lonely amongst the cloud
●●●
the teardrop is lonely in the waves of sea
the heart is lonely in the countless crowd
●●●
the union is lonely while met so many
in the caravan too the loneliness found
●●●
wrote many pages yet lonely is one word
lonely is the matter, the night, things around
●●●

●●●
तारों भरी इस रात में इक चाँद तन्हा
बादलों के साथ सूरज भी है तनहा
●●●
मौज ए समुंदर में अश्क़ की बूँद तन्हा
बेशुमार लोगों में रहे एक दिल ये तन्हा
●●●
मिलते कई हैं साथ पर मुलाक़ात तन्हा
लगते हैं अब मेले और बारात तन्हा
●●●
लिक्खे कई सफ़हे मग़र इक हर्फ़ तन्हा
हर बात तन्हा रात और हालात तन्हा
●●●

at home,
is a feeling,
even when you visit
certain place for the first time,
you feel it strongly...
it's the vibration
the ambience
the energy
the acceptance
of your being yourself....
...
at home,
sometimes you don't feel it
even after years of stay there
because everytime
you are judged
you are tested
you are mistaken
for granted you're taken
you need to act
you don't connect
you can't be your trueself....

the day
when i was rejected
when i was wrongly judged
when i was deceived
when the hopes were killed
inside, something died
and
the death was painful yet i survived...

then one day
i chose to forgive
the people for whom i used to live
on whom i truly relied
for me, they died
and
the death was beautiful and i revived...

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...

No cerecloth has pockets
No bag fits in coffin
No grave has cupboards

The happiness, an asset
not to be hidden in closet,
In multiples, it is reimbursed
when generously, it is disbursed!!

The carriers
of
contagious virus

"Laughter",

deserve
to be
preserved...

Empty of yourself
From the deepest
Let the air flow through
In controlled way, blow through
Unmute
Like a flute
Now play your tune
In your lune
Sing and dance plenty
What an ecstasy!

A way to release
The moments I freeze
A chatter I couldn't cease
When nothing to appease
I wandered like an idiot
Came across HP by Elliot

On HP we socilise
The might of pen we realise
What if my poems don't trend?
My passion doesn't end....
No sunshine not given light
Yet HP has taken me to a new height

"Daily" never selected
Yet people appreciated
Made friends across the globe
Found a new ray of hope
A plateform for poetry
Love you dear HP!

Before we finally bid the goodbye,
I owe a party to you
O my dear pains....

heartbreak!
headache!
emotional wreck!
stiff neck!
backache!

~~~
All of you are invited cordially,
It's a thanksgiving from me for...

shaking
breaking
wrecking
cracking
making
me

~~~
To
revive
renew
reform
restart
reborn

~~~
And
launching me as
newer
better
stronger
smarter
happier
version of myself....

~~~

When I was shattered,
Into the pieces of jigsaw puzzle I turned....
While rearranging, I resolved myself,
And reconstructed as a masterpiece!
All new and better version!