The songs in this pages are a silent hymm...

 

And...


Many silent hisses to one night

coils of smoke and pitch black sight

Adrift thoughts some,

some buried alive...

some living insipidly in dreams,

dreams that see no light

perhaps too much of fad,

a darker shade of black

impervious to  white...



Bring me tonight your darkest demure

for I will still long for more

hiding from images etched on the sand,

that leapt with the waves and melted away

leaping back and forth, and around

twisting and turning, and tossed to ground

and subliming entityless, no where to be found


Time can take us places evermore

before and after and after it was no more

And bring back moments,

That were feelings at the time

melting-freezing thoughts in an old world rhyme



To azure, the blue backlight of the sky

Under whose light we wept and kept our summit high

being ourselves as you and I


Our bond runs deeper than any hole in the ground

our tears dipped steeper with every passing round,

of an abject remains that destiny logics,

of the never found remains that memory defines...


I remain true in keeping you pure,

with or without us,

there was always a way

that you never did ignore


Casting away to a neverland inside,

last song of hope breathing of insight...


Why the massive gray on the horizon seems new folklore...?

There's no color so complete than this one

spread on the canvas... I assure


We keep bidding for spring,

but summer is what makes us pure...


painful but forever a push towards brighter light...

A life away from the fiction but only in a twilight


clutching at straws with no hope or respite

And every black spot now haunts the might,

the night will still go as follows,

it's the day that will burn the core

and of all that there'll be nothing to seek,

soon....

they'll be nothing to take back, when it will all be bland

I could go about another day in another way,

but it won't be won't be me and ...

मगर...

चलते चलते तय किये कितने सफर

यादों में बीते रस्ते अगर

बहती हवाओं के संग मैं भी बहक कर

भूल गया जाना था किस डगर

ख्वाबों ख्यालों में खोजते कई मंज़र

आसमान को तकते

रातें कितनी कर दी सिफर

बादलों की गहराइयाँ मापी कभी,

कभी पानी में बहा दी अपने ख्वाबों की दास्ताँ

रुकते-रुकते चले कभी और कभी

चलते चलते भी रुके कदम 

एक ख्वाब की  ख़ामोशी थी

एक था अँधेरे का गुमान 

कुछ अनकहे वादों में भी था अभी 

अपना सवालों  का मंज़र 

कुछ रात तक हमें लाये थे

कुछ अपने ही पराये थे 

कुछ वक़्त यूँ भी था अजीब 

की अजनबी अपने ही हमसाये थे 

कर के उन वादों की शिनाख्त

हम नए कुछ अरमान भी लाये थे

अगर थी तो बस एक वो कमी 

जिसके होने पे हम खोने से घबराये थे 

मगर...

मगर वो तो है एक माया अजीब

जिसके कश हमने बहुत घुमाये थे

जो हमसे हैं दूर आज

वोह क्या कभी हमसे मिल पाए थे?

A friend of mine who wants to get married...


All of 26, and she is harried
Running against time, she’s never sounded sure

The freedom of singledom is losing its bind
For she is ready to take the plunge,

And I’m not the one who can change her mind…


She called me the other day
To tell me I should think about it too
Passively shrugging her away I told her
‘No, thank you!’
‘Don’t you like what I am to you?’

Marriage is an institution barred to my mind
Two happy people just living through time…
Sounds perfect but can you be sure,
What you live for today will be yours tomorrow to adore?

And we both fight on the thought all the time
Who’s better off we’ll see in time…

So anyway, we’re all looking for this one gem, her find

Eligible candidates may apply fast
You never know who she seeks until she finds

A choice that’s her alone, before she gives up search
A man who’s man enough to let her mature

Calm her cravings and soothe her but not bore
Bring it on, a shining armor, a white knight
Built in decision-making ability,
And good driving, dining and social skills

Just to be sure

One who wakes up early and hates to fight,
who laugh on a joke, and think beyond hindsight
And fill up her sight, orchestrate her fancy
And yet no lose on his might

Humbly she tells me, it is hard to be secure
When you are born to be a cynosure
And so she has taken her time,
Forgiving herself for all the lapses in time

To stand up once more,
And chart her demure spell
Once and only once more…
She’s happy, healthy and successful but alone

Not one to admit it, she’s stoically guarding her throne
While latently wishing to be led in some ways too…
Not one to dream in daylight, sometimes she casts true shadows
That hides her allure, between waiting and wanting

She’s not given up her lure…

But as her accomplice I could tell you now
She gazes not below the sky
And all those in between,

The mere thought of them makes her awry
She’s praying hard to end her struggle this year

And double in joy what sometimes lingers in her as fear
Not one to mend her workaholic ways

She’ll go about all the rest
Never for a moment putting anything but faith to test

She’s taken her time to make up her mind…
So now we’ll help her find…

Do spread the word, we’re on a deadline
It’s never too late to start what you’re hoping to find…

Trouble

Trouble

Someone said it could end in pain,

someone said there'd be nothing to gain

Why go through all the displeasure and disdain,

let's just... remain

And everything and everyone would still be insane

and you must take it by playing inane

There are no takers for rebels in this game

If you can't fake it, you won't make it

and even if you do, not for long enough for it to remain

Let it in and make peace with the pain

Someone said it would wither in time

lose its shimmer and become ordinary like yesterday

And time would help it pass away

pass the pain, by passing yourself through time

Through time and pain you'll grow to be someone

someone who'd be tanned well

under temperatures of animosity and disdain

and when the shade comes

you'll know your huddle

and that the distance between the two should remain

Someone said you must try, try not to lose what you are

remembering what you will be if you don't

and if you'd like that if you do...

Ah, setbacks we face them everyday

each and every step of the way,

and when you don't, you know you do doubt

the worth of what you're doing

For it to not come troubling anyway...

where are we going on this freeway?

In choices not chances

reigns our biggest treasure

What is this battle of fighting for pleasure?

They say,

for everything we lose something will remain

but what would be lose if all of it 

would forever stay same

and why treasure what will not rot in time

Taking out meanings in this poetry,

one that would rhyme without lost lines

Trouble is it's hard to find

a pit of hope in the abyss of time

With everyone waiting, who's holding the line?

Deep, entrenched in the middle of the fear

is doubt of losing without trying...

Trouble