The feel called ""settled"

Feeling settled is a temoprary phase .infact a very unsettling feeling in itself.
We crave hard to find solace, that eternal happiness.which we think we will have if we get a compatible partner , a comfortable job  or an unfulfilled desire being fulfilled.
As soon as we get all these after a bit of struggle, we   start thinking of "what next" or "what if".
A young girl being coaxed by her parents or by society wants to gets married. Finds herself feel settled for a while until the scenario soon changes and people start coaxing her to start a family.life moves on...i guess there is no such thing as "settled" or "forever" .
We live moment to moment like when we play cards sometimes we get good cards and bad ones at other times.
But still winning or losing dsnt always depends on cards we get.Its the way we play or more importantly ,"do we play to win?" Or we play just to play for fun.
I think you know better.
So  just play joyfully 

My dreams are simple

My thoughts are quite simple ,
When i open my eyes in morning
I find you besides me
And to see your message first thing in dawn.
To ear you random talks
About life and laughter
To have your hugs once in a while.....

My dreams are miniscule too,
To write the words that woo a few
To have fond memories of my times
To be with my friends and loved ones
To make them grow and to smile...

My aspirations are not high as well ,
Just   to be myself all through
My people understand me and accept
To have a place in thier heart
To let myself never go dull
My passion be   forever agile...

Because my heart says

Because my heart says....
That you are the one
destination of my wandering soul
That you are one i needed most
That you will hold my hand till the end...

Because my heart also says....
That you and me are so alike
That you too were lost searching for me
That you need me as much as i need you.
That you and me have each other as friend....

Because my heart murmurs each day this too.....
That there is no weariness anymore
That though its hurt many a times
That i still have belief in you
that  love keeps you waiting
But now i have got it in in you.

Because my heart says many things...
And it keeps saying only one thing in many way
That YOU and ME gonna stay...

तस्वीर तेरी

तुमने कब का रूख मोड लिया मेरे  दर से
और सुखा गये मेरा गुलिस्ताँ
पर ना जाने क्यूं
जिस बगीचे में गुजारे  पल हम दोनो ने
उस मे आज़ भी तेरी नाम कें गुलज़ार खिला करती है ..

अब लिखतें नहीं हम  खास कुछ भी
गुमसुम से.रहा करते हैं
यहां वहाँ रखीं कुछ यादें हैं
हाँ आज़ भी मेरी किताबों में
अकसर तेरी  तस्वीर मिला करती हैं ..

यूं तों उम्मीद नहीं तेरी वापसी की
ना अब कोई शिकवा ना रुस्वाइयाँ
पर कभी कभी मेरी शायरी बिलख कर
मेरी तन्हाइयों से
तेरे ना होने का गिला करती है ...

मेरे हमनवां

मेरे हमराज़ ,मेरे हमनवां ,
मेरी काबलियत ,मेरी नादानिया ,
मेरी रुस्वाइयाँ ,मेरी खामियाँ,
कोई बात नही ,जो तुझे बयां ना की ...

मेरी हसरतें ,मेरी इज़तिराब ,
मेरी ख़ुदगरज़ियां ,मेरी आज़ार ,
कुछ भी नही तुझसे हो  पिनाह,
तेरे समने कभी हया ना की ...

मेरी  रूह भी है शिकस्ता अब ,
तू कौन ऐसा है मेहरम,
तू रख दे हाथ मेरे ज़ख़्म पर ,
जो तेरे होते कभी कोई दवा ना की ..

इज़तिराब -restlessness
आज़ार -suffering
पिनाह-hidden
शिकस्ता -broken

दिए क़ा सूरज

हर दिये को दिखाने को इक सुरज होगा
हर  वक्त पुराना होगा कभी
औऱ हर बीती याद भूलानी होगी

हर बारिश की उम्मीद में
हर धूप की तपिश सहनी होगी
हर दरख़्त की हरी शाख पर पतझड़ होगा
हर रौनक ए  महल में कभी वीरानी होगी

हर पन्ने पर कई किस्से होंगे
धीरे धीरे फ़िर तेरी कहानी होगी
तू बन सकेगा समंदर या नही
बड़ी बात होगी जो
ज़िन्दगी तेरी दरिया क़ा पानी होगी .

Hold my hand once more

Hold my hand once more,
I want to feel you all over again,
Your fingers intervened into mine,
YOU seeped in me
The way lilac bush stretches the roots
deep into terra,
Unfurl the bloom
Inside me once more
Hold my hand once more..

Sitting next to you,
Quietly, I discern,
The palms
The whorls on fingertips
The pinkness of nails
The knuckles
The grip..

And also
The initiative
The fervour
The effort
The thoughtfulness ...

Brushing fingers of mine,
'Thanking'a hundred times,
Could have held, not only your hand
But also the moment,
If i had the power of divine.
 

Wailing heals ailing pen has stopped bleeding

My pen has stopped bleeding,
My words don't ache anymore.

Wrenching, writhing, convulsive  pain,
Of your departure,
Doesn't screeche the pages of soul,
Seems to found a fresh cure.

Layers of balm,
Flown through my eyes,
Have soothed the bruises,
Lightened the scars too,
that my heart used to bore.

Now that ,

My pen has stopped bleeding,
My words don't ache anymore.

No healer comes for rescue,
No shoulder to cry on ,
No caress would suffice,
And yes,
Time doesn't heal everything,
Wailing loud helps for sure..

So lemme write once more,
My pen has stopped bleeding,
My words don't ache anymore.