Ek chaand to khuda ne mujhe de diya
Ab aage aur main kya maangu
Phir bhi dua hai ki vo ek lamha
Jis lamhe mein,
Vo kajrari nigahein meri aankhon se takrayi
Kabhi yaad se mit na paaye
Agar ho kabhi yun bhi
Hum alag-alag ho jaayein
Humrahi jo bane the us safar mein
Vo pal, har pal tumhe sataye
Kabhi khushi to kabhi aansu ban ke jee jaaye
Jab bhi baitho kisi ke paas tum
Yaad tumhe vo safar aaye
Aur tanha jo reh jao kabhi,
Vo lamha, tumhara saathi ban jaaye..
Take a deep breath
Close your eyes
What do you see?
No sweetheart,
Besides me, what do you see?
Yeah, I know
It was filmy, it still is.
I ain’t gonna change it too
Celluloid is perfect.
Why you ask?
Silly girl,
Because you are perfect.
For once I am saying this
For once you can hear.
I long for you,
When you are not near.
Enough emotions have already spilled I daresay
So, honey
Open your eyes
And wipe out that tiny year.
Love is risky, love is blind.
Infact, it is of Chinese bind.
No guarantee it has but trust
Nothing gives more happiness than love.
Dabi dabi saanson mein suna tha maine
Bole bina mera naam aaya.
Palkein jhuki aurr uthne lagi to
Haule se uska salaam aaya..
Wizard. There is no other word for him.
After the last poem, Mohit had the enlightenment of remembrance of a poem about a guy who is desperate for sex but the poem does not uses the words and all. The feeling should come out but not the translation. Some thing like that. So, this poem I wrote after this.
Alright, Its fine
Things happen that can’t be changed
Don’t look back, its no use
Ya, I know, I know you are right
But…
No buts can bring the moment back
No ifs can change the future anymore
You have experienced it all
Now, let it go.
Who are you to tell me that!
How can you say that?
Every breath, every goose bump
Every drop of sweat
How can I forget this?
Why will I not want it back?
Time will come, I assure you
Just have patience
No, not this tile
I have waited much
I have waited long
Listened to my brain
I have had enough
I want the moments back
I want the impulse back.
This is the second part of the story. So, where were we? Ah! I remember now. Sneha was appalled by the poem and asked me to write something umm.. sweet. About nature and all. Here goes nothing.
Looking at the sun once again
From the lovely oaks
Feeling the sense of warmth
The peace of my mind
Like melted wax and honey
Mixing and covering me
Saving me from the darkness
Saving me from the world
Rays giving me hope,
Hope unbounded.
I can do anything I want
A bee buzzes this in my head
Smile flickers on my lips
Mixed with contentment on face
The God is filling my heart with joy
Through that shiny, twinkly and little
Ray of light.
These poems were written in a train while going to Delhi. Every poem was written with a strange background. This is the first one. It was the one that came from the heart. And it made Sneha (a junior of mine) to freak out. For some reason she always freak out in my presence, dunno why!! Funny. Anyways, this is the poem.
Looking behind once more
For those soulful eyes
Looking again, searching
For piece of my heart
You have had the liberty
The right to take a decision
I have been at the mercy
Of your heartless discretion
But
Times do change, tides move
Emotions of mine have drained
I want my heart back
I want tears in those eyes
A monster you have created
This monster will strike back
You can hide, you can run
In fact,
You should hide, you should run
This shall show my potent
My hatred it will exhibit
My craziness it shall testify
Save yourself from the demon
The demon you bred.
