Here I am
just being happy
or shallow?
for when I did not have it
I ran and I ran
reaching nowhere
until I found what I wanted
shamelessly
Tag: happiness
Abuse
curse me once
curse me twice
curse my breath
curse my voice
curse every smile
every laugh I made
for once you will die
like this inside…
छोटी सी मेरी खुशी
ऐ खुशी, फिर कहा छुप जाती है तू बार बार
ढूंढ़ते ढूंढ़ते तुझे फिर ये गम मुझे घेर लेता है
छोटी सी तू नादान तो है पर, अपने साथ मुझे भी
ले चल क्यूँकि गम साये से बढ़ता जाता है
मान जा कहना मेरा, अब कब तक खेलेगी खेल
आज फिर तुझे गले से लगाकर रोने को जी चाहता है
कितनी प्यारी है तू कितनी भोली सी मासूम
ऐ खुशी तेरे साथ तो वक़्त यू ही गुजर जाता है
चल अब तुझे मैं आज़ाद ही रहने देती हूँ
बलवान और धनी भी कैद तुझे न कर पाया है
ये साया चुनरी सा ओढ़ कर अब मैं बैठी हूँ
सन्नाटा और ख़ामोशी ही मेरा असल सरमाया है
अगर मेरी याद आये तो, अब तू ही मुझे ढूंढ लेना
घूँघट खोलेगी तू मेरा, तो मैं फिर से हँस दूँगी
बस भूल न जाना मुझे, मेरी जान है तुझमें
तू आएगी तो ज़िंदगी से फिर से मिल लूँगी
कर्ज़ तुझपे अब मेरी इन साँसों का है
जो बिन तेरे कुछ भारी सी लगती है
बड़ी होकर आना अब तू मेरी खुशी
तेरी मन्नतें मैंने उस रब से कर रखी है
Time: A myth?
The river that originated agitated
now stands silent in the plain
the lines on my face
have changed, but the eyes remain
the wheel has turned again
for another round lame
The tree I water is withered
but I love it the same
I did my tasks each day
some changed over the years
waking up with the same fate
of smiles, songs and tears
as if time has not travelled and
I am alive in the distinct moments
it does not matter to me…
This life, this story of ours
This life, this little story of yours
keeps revolving around you, you think
You dive deep, into yourself, your life
thinking its all you, all over
You ping me more, count my mistakes
as if there was going to be as we thought
if that was so, the world would burn
We don’t yet control our lives
I ask you thus, to look within
and find peace, with who you are
look outside, and find happiness
scattered all around, and eyes to see
This life, this story of ours
is written in the stars…
A New Ring
A pretty ring that I wear all day
is now getting a little rotten
It use it less, I keep it on my desk
and stare at it as if it is forgotten
One day when I was out
I saw the same ring, new and fun
I readily bought it, happy I was
till I came back and saw the old one
I could not decide which one to wear
the old one is awful, but new is same as old
I wanted the old one to become like new
I loved it but perhaps not cared enough
Only if it was easy to look at the old one everyday
I chose to throw it out of the window suddenly
But strangely, thats the only thing I remember now
IMAGES THAT MOVE
Images in front of me
Keep moving as I see
Linger every time, everyday
I do not like them, always
I cannot collect them
I cannot know of them
How truthful they are
Better get hurt than believe
They flicker every time
Change in no time
I try hard to clear them
They never leave me alone
Even on closing eyes
Dreams with open eyes
Fake images that never come
Images gone, perhaps not true
I want some empty pages
To make my own images
My life makers these images
Difficult to create, erase
But the good ones always
Keep pleasant all days
These moments I draw, color
More to come, so move…