Thursday, 30 April 2020

Ek Pankh Meri Kitaab ka..


Jeevan na jaane kyun aisi karwat leta hai,
sukh k badle kyun woh humhe dukh behad deta hai.

Khilone khelne ki umr me, beet jaate hai kuch pal,
Toot jaate hai rishte, mil jaata hai ek naya kal.

Shatranj k khel mujhe kyun samaj nahi aate,
Kaash yeh Khushi k din mujhe fir mil jaate.

Yeh lamhe kuch is tarah hai, Mulayam se aitbaar ka
Kho na jaaye yeh kahin , Ek pankh meri Kitaab ka,. ‘Ek pankh meri Kitaab ka’…


Saturday, 7 March 2020

Diary of a Woman IV

Take my hand you little, let me show you this universe.
Came a voice from within, a glimpse of my life in reverse.

She held me calm and looked at my eyes, I saw tears.
Maa!! the first vocal swayed away all her fears.

The first tight hug to the first sweet kiss,
My bedtime Lullabies, I would never miss.

She stopped all my cries at once and taught me how to smile.
She took away all my worries and put them in exile.

She was my tower of strength, my entire structure.
If she had ever gone weak, my heart would literally rupture.

When my entire spirits were battered by pain,
But this woman picked me up and then we went again.

She, in the dark, found light, found hope all dark days,
She was my role model who strengthened my entire base.

She opened the drawer and showed me her past.
And from that day onwards, my life became fast.

I had the faith, that I am strong enough for the journey.
But a woman of strength has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong.

She asked me to wear my strongest posture now,
So that I can struggle through all the times and dirt.

I admired her for the scars and the pain she went through.
But she digested it all at once, just as I drink my Bru.

All these years have passed by, I still think of her now,
Her strength had made me stronger, and never let me bow.

I Idolize her for her strength and the courage she had.
She was the only one to me, My Mother and also My Dad.

I wish she was here, to pat my back and shoulder walk with me.
But I know that somewhere above, she would just love to see.




















Friday, 24 January 2020

I am tough, I will rise.

Situations are bad, But your life is not,
Opportunities are endless, Give your best shot.

You are tough and a believer, You are definitely strong,
Believe in your hard work, It will never prove you wrong.

How hard is difficult? But it is complex no doubt,
If you fell for the trap, there are ways to come out,

Listen to your mind, pay no heed to the weak heart,
The pain will stifle you because it has its own art.

Do not ever turn back to the days of past,
'I look forward to victory', Should be your motto at last.

Days will go rough, days will go smooth,
Do not back down so early, like a milky tooth.

Patience is the key to the lock of every bad door,
Don't blindly believe in your destiny, as it has no floor.

Trust and faith is the core, you can have only from some, 
People are so many, Many pessimists are about to come,

In this dark world, sometimes black seems bright,
If you are in different colors, you will never get the sight.

To be passive in your ways is the only rule of thumb,
The best part of your life is, that the worst is yet to come...  



Sunday, 19 January 2020

A Confusing tale...

Does God allow pain?
Or, Is it a basic human law?

Who tells our heart to break?
Like it is made up of cheap glass.

Why cannot trust be absolute?
The way it should matter to us.

The man in vain cries,
Do you think it graces the occasion?

Does extra mean more? 
And less mean enough?

To surround ourselves with troubles,
A situation complex to come out.

An audacious person's cup,
Filled with harmonious bittersweetness.

To utter long wailing cries,
It is a horrible creature of the imagination.

Does the truth prevail in harmony?
A resonant sound of trust!

An image made up of glory,
It ends with criticism in a derogatory manner.

Extremely delicate or refined,
It is too much to operate the roll.

Have we come a long way to the conclusion?
Because the road is too dark in appearance...




Tuesday, 4 June 2019

Diary of a woman III

She wrote him a poem, but it never got finished
They both fell in love, but it was soon diminished
She sits on his bed and cries in his lap
She cries back at him, knowing they can't go back.

Hours go by and neither one can accept
That by letting go they are doing what's best
At the end of the day, comes the part which she fears
To let him go without shedding a tear

Never again will he kiss her goodbye
And just that thought makes her start to cry
Now she'll finish that poem, and will write it today
This is the start and here's what it says

"You are my love, you drew me in
With a voice like a king and the hardest skin
Your eyes shine like silver and your smile melts my heart
I know that nothing could tear us apart"

That's what she wrote and let me just say
That she'd never do anything to throw that away
But that's not how it works; this world's bitter and harsh
And then something happened, which drew them apart

An old girlfriend showed up and that's when she knew
That his feelings for her were not shiny and new
This person left her and crushed her heart
But she had loved him since the very start.

When our woman came along she saw a way
To end her pain and make it all go away
But by loving this person through thick and through thin
She looked at her girl and wished it was him

"You were my siren, now I'm dead at sea
You drew me in, but you didn't want me
I just wish I knew where it all went wrong
But now another lost sailor can hear your song"

Wednesday, 28 November 2018

What if.....

WHAT IF.....


WHAT IF LIFE IS SHORT, LIVING MAKES IT BIG.
WHAT IF THERE'S DARK TIMES AHEAD?,YOUR THINKING MAKES IT TWIG.

WHAT IF OUR HEARTS ARE WEAK, ITS STILL STRONGER THAN A STONE,
WHAT IF MAKING CHOICES IN FUTURE, ARE NARROWER THAN A CONE.

WHAT IF PEOPLE CHEAT OTHERS, AND TEAR APART THE RELATIONS,
WHAT IF GOD TAKES ALL THE DECISIONS, FOR HIS UGLIEST CREATIONS.

WHAT IF YOUR VOICE IS PRESSURED, AND YOU STIFLE TO GET THE TINIEST AIR,?
WHAT IF THE OUTPUT OF YOUR CONCILIATION, DOESN'T MAKE THINGS FAIR?

WHAT IF THE ANT BECOMES BIG, AND THE BIGGEST CREATURE SMALL,
WHAT IF AT THE  STUPIDEST RIGHT TIME, YOU COULDN'T TAKE THE RIGHT CALL?

WHAT IF THE PAPER TURNS BLACK, AND THE PEN GOES UNSEEN,
WHAT IF BLOOD GETS DRY, AND YOUR RELATIONSHIPS GET UNCLEAN.

WHAT IF WATER STOPS ITS FLOW, AND TURN THINGS DRY?
WHAT IF THERE IS NO PAIN, THEN PEOPLE WILL FORGET TO CRY.

WHAT IF OUR EYES STOP SEEING THE TRUTH, AND HATRED TAKES OVER AGAIN?
WHAT IF SWEET TURNS SOUR, THEN SWEAT WOULD HAVE NO GAIN.

WHAT IF THE ABSENCE MAKES OUR HEART GROW FONDER,?
WHAT IF THE WORLD HAD NO LIFE, OH! I WONDER.

WHAT IF THE SACRED THINGS TURN BLACK, AND CURSED THINGS WHITE?
THEN THIS WORLD WOULD BE NOTHING; BUT A PARTICLE OF DUST IN THE SIGHT.

Monday, 24 October 2016

Diary of a "WOMAN" II



THE DIARY OF A "WOMAN" II


I feel as if I wrote this myself alone, 
Smothering my pain because my heart was a stone.


Recessing on a bed nothing fancy but white,
My life flew high and as far as kite.


My beloved, I felt insecure in my childhood,
I wish I had taken help, but none I could.


I ain't complaining, nor I would cry,
I just hoped for good things, which i couldn't buy.


My partner was my first boyfriend, with whom I interacted the most,
The second part had just begun but I couldn't raise the toast.


I miss my loneliness, but I also respect my fame,
Marriage gave me a new phase but also a new name.


Not soon but early I hope for getting a new sun,
This part of my life was incredibly fun.


Being a human I cannot unlock all the doors of life,
But I can make it sharp and as clean as a knife.


I know my inside, but i never lose hope,
Shoving my troubles aside I always find scope.


My true friend is one whom I talk very excessive,
But if someone steals her, I turn a little possessive.


Some people will try to expose what is wrong with you,
Because they cannot stand what is right about you.


So now I end this poem, proving my life was fair,
Selfless!, sensitive! Me, is the only one I care.