drowned

a chapter ends...
and new begins.
a story culminates
and a new one starts.

sometimes the stories overlap
but each one has left impression
that cant be erased.

when one saga is over
we drown into melodrama
wait for next to come
believing it will make us float
yet this also is heavier than the previous
and we get drown a bit deeper...

asphyxiated , under the meloncholy
we hold on to frivelous, so called saviour
dying a little more,this time.

Deeper.without the intrinsic light..
its almost impossible to come out
unless we learn how to swim
through
the sea of emotional slavery.

भूलना आसानी से

तू भूल जायेगा मुझको
कुछ अंदाज़ तो था मुझको
शायद इसलिये एक कतरा भी
नही गिरने दिया आँखो से हमने

इतनी खामोशी से
बिखरा सब कुछ
आवाज़ भी.हुयी होगी शायद
पर किसीको आहट भी
नही होने दी हमने

khyaal tera

chupke se ek khyaal tera
sarakta huya...
mere bhitar
aa jta hai

tere door hone per bhi
tere hone ka ahsaas krake
sab khushnuma kr jta hai

ab maayne nhi rakhti
deeware koi bhi
kyunki hawa aur paani sa
kirdaar ho gya is ishq ka
phisalti huyi dararo se
mere kareeb se guzar jta hai.

na parwah krta hai ab
kisiki .na hi sunta hai meri
jab hota hai itna.
junnun ban kr meri
soyi rooh ko jaga jta hai.

living a little

Living a little,
amidst humdrum of morose life
moments,i stole  from someone
perhaps ,not mine sometimes

but,letting you live too
for a while.

i feel you too must have felt
the same zest ,relived your passion.

the time we captured being together
without inhibitions ,without violating
the boundries...
how precious that time becomes
for me..when it is lost in past somewhere.
Nothing else.i would be able to carry on to my next life
perhaps these beautiful glimpses of time
will always be fossilised inside me...forever.

let it live..as it is

A flower seen by all.admired...
as epitome of beauty..
they all wana pluck it for them.
to keep it for themselves
do they ever think what a flower
might have desired
till the time it is colourful
n alive
it just wants to be eulogised.,loved
definately not to be plucked
not to be owned ...
or to die prematurely
in corner of a room of some rich person
.it doez want to bloom
n dance to the tunes of winds.
as it knows its for few days
it would be admired
then will no more be a thing of beauty
n will be thrown out .
so just let it live..as much as it can
untouched n unbroken
frolicking with each soft caress of wind
and being loved as it is...