In thirteen years our limbs will be tired
We will move out of this clockwork
Sans responsibilities of our little ones
We will move to familiar lands
Amidst loved ones and known tongue
A place where we took flight
Into our love and our life
There we will see the rain
Holding hands sipping our evening tea
Listen to the birds chirping niceties of their love
In those quiet evenings we will relive our moments
Of love.. Of life..
Category: Tranquility
All over a cup of coffee
A girl with packed bags waiting for someone. He arrives and she is glad. They order a coffee. Two guys worth a big screen laptop probably making music over a cup of black coffee. An old man with a relatively younger guy with a laptop sharing a few thoughts from his grey hair over hot coffee. Two girls basking in gossip and friendship waiting for their order yet in no hurry. A guy leaning over probably trying to convince the girl about something before ordering coffee. A friend and spouse walk in, tired from the chores of the day to sit down and relax over a cup of coffee. Lots of words flowing around, lots of thoughts being thought.. All over a cup of coffee..
Rains
Have you heard the sound of rain? There are o water droplets doing their gigantic fall from the sky, but noise of an approaching thunder. The sound lasts for only a few minutes and then you see the clouds emptying out their load of emotions, dance of joy like the dance of a peacock or maybe the weight of sadness running down as tears. It really depends on your emotion how you perceive rain.
Scientifically, rain is accumulated precipitation pouring out, but poetically or emotionally it could mean a thousand things.
Scientifically, rain is accumulated precipitation pouring out, but poetically or emotionally it could mean a thousand things.
Out of words
I am out of words
To speak and to write
There are thoughts
So my mind still works
But so haphazard
That they make no sense
I tried writing them down
Oops I forgot, I am out of words!!
Yesterday and Tomorrow
आधी ज़िन्दगी कट गयी
ज़िन्दगी बनाते हुए
अब पलटकर देखती हूँ
तो सूना आसमान दिखाई दे
रेत पर बनाया होगा शायद
शायद बनाया ही नहीं
गुज़रे हुए कल पे क्या रोना
वोह कल फिर आया नहीं
आगे की ज़िन्दगी बनाने चली
पर कुछ कम दिखाई दे रही है
अँधेरे से भरी राह है सामने
मंजिल भी अपना रास्ता ढूंढ चुकी
अकेली सी एक राह है शायद
शायद तन्हाई साथ है
यह सूरज डूब रहा है
फिर जाने उगेगा या नहीं !!
No title..
मुद्दतों के बाद लिखने बैठे हैं
आज भी ग़म का खज़ाना खोल बैठें हैं
चारों और हसी है, मुस्कुराहटें हैं
पर दिल न जाने क्यों ग़मगीन है
पता नहीं लगा पा रहा है एक ऐसी वजाह
जिसके सुलझाने से मुस्कान खिल उठे
न जाने वोह क्या बात है
जो नैनों में आंसू ले आई है
चुपके से क्या हम रो लें?
शायद आंसुओं के बह जाने पर
ये ग़म का खज़ाना कुछ देर के लिया अनजाना हो जाये
या फिर कुछ ऐसी बात हो जाए
जो चेहरे पर मुस्कान खिलादे.. ?
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