AT MY OWN WILL

You , only you, were the one to touch my heart like never before
Distant from me,yet very dear to my heart.I could never let you go.

You were....
with me when I cried,with me when I smiled
with me in the world so wide,with me when the night shied.
I felt you in my imaginations,kept you in my inspirations.
In the advent of spring,in the quite of autumn:
You were with me....within me.

This is all but passable thing,but you will always be the one
on whom I would linger the most
People come and people go,thats true with you too
But the circle of your presence you make felt time and again
Its compelling in itself.

And yet when I write this......
the song you sang for me is being played in the radio!
I may not be residing in your memories as you do in every instance of mine
But I do not lament cause having you on my mind ,I see,is enough and fine.

Some call it insane,some say its just illusion
and I desperately hope it to be so
but funnily I want it to be untrue too!

We were the closest at one time and at others we were mere acquaintances.

In the whirlwind of my mind,though,you remain to be a string that tugs at my heart and I knot and straighten it at my own will......

DEVIL SPEAKS THE TRUTH

life is screwed,we are all shrewed
Taking at lifelike,apounce on the shoal
Eyes do not suffice,to reach the so called goal

Pretend to sit back,as if tired;But who knows what is being conspired!
The silent river runs deep.BE CAREFUL DAHLING!
the journey is steep.

...........

" जिन जख्मो को वक़्त भर चला है .......तुम उनको क्यों छेड़े जा रहे हो.........."
आज फिर यादों की शाखों से कुछ पत्ते हलके से गिर रहे हैं। इनकी सरसराहट धीमी हैं पर शायद सन्नाटे में नज़रंदाज़ किया नहीं जा सका । होता हैं ऐसा अक्सर की अगर जान भी लो की ये बेरुखी .....ये वीरानी हमेशा यूँ ही नहीं रहेगी ....लेकिन.... दिल को कौन समझाए ?ये तो बस बहाती चली जाती हैं अपनी भावनावो के सागर।
सोचती हैं ...काश होता ऐसा की ये पत्ते उन जड़ों की तरह होते जो जीवन की कलियाँ और टहनिया खिलाती ....फैलाती है।नकारते नहीं हम इसे, की इनकी हरियाली ने दो टुक छाव दी थी ,कभी धुप में ।होगी वही सुकून की सांस जो अब भी ढूंढते हैं हम बेवज़ह । कभी खुद से नाराज़ भी हो लेते हैं, ये सोच कर की क्यूँ नहीं रोका ....मना ....बहला .....फुसलाकर.... ???!!!पर ये तो ऋतू के इशारे पर थे ,इशारा हुआ और हमें तनहा कर चल दिए।
हाँ मगर इस सूखे उजड़े पत्ते पर छोड़ गए वो अपना रंग.....बंजर ही सही। खानाबदोश इन पत्तों को चले हम दिल की किताब में छुपाकर.....यादों के जंगल गूंज रहे हैं.....अब हमे चलते जाना हैं।

रेखाओं का खेल है मुक्कदर .................रेखाओं से मात खा रहे हो । तुम इतना जो मुस्कुरा रहे हो........

MOON

"tragedy of the moon......so simple,yet so attractive;so enlightening,yet so cool;so moving but so sill;so quite but so popular;so romantic but................always single"

Dark was the night...fearful and treacherous.She peeped through her silver lining-reviving the naughty spirits!
She was in the shadows till then...she knew she was the pheonix....she struggled with the clouds...she fought with her mother and got her,theSun,by her side!playfully she would reveal inch by inch of hers...and elude by her mother's side when a lover's eye would be moist.

Crescent she became,shining and soothing the Holy one's rage....
She caught many's attention as she passed through her phases.....she was an elusive beauty-she was sought after.....

Then she found someone with whom she could reflect and even being a distant watch,she united with the one.It was ever changing as she was and still it was there as she would be.There was the inevitable truth of her life.....the unspoken promise she made.They waited for ages to be by each other's side.She followed it wherever it went....they were together in the dew,they were together in the ocean.

The poet by the riverside peeped through the clouds the love between the two....in the mystical lonely night ,he witnessed the two mngle in the love that was so true and talked about it throughout the valleys.And in the valleys was where the doves heard about it....So mesmerised were they by this love story that they sang it to the wind and oh!the wind carried it far and wide to the deserted barren lands.

The whole earth rejoiced and celebrated in this timeless ritual of love.She was full of promises ....she was so proud and in her pride of herself, she swayed with her the "tide".She was now fulfilled and round did she become.The more she shined,her astouding beauty became pronounced.

With each tide between them did closer they become.Then suddenly did he discover that she wasn't perfect....she was specked and she was spotted.But she was accepted cause her love was true and graceful.

ALAS!She lamented now of letting herself be so close ,to let her beloved know that she was imperfect,she was humbled by the divinity of love but she was remorsed by her pride!!
Now she retreated to her shell...inch by inch...a part of her begging to stay...a part ready to depart.Her beloved was restless and still desperate to convince that love lies in acceptance and that is where it attains perfection.But now it was too late.He wondered everywhere looking for her and she!she burned herself at the stake.

Yet love always finds a way...she rises from the ashes and sparkles in the dark and he again rushes to her and ignites the flow of love!And the story thus proceeds of discovering the truth...the love that remains the same just like the moon and her beloved and showers all with the limelight ,mystic presence of "eternity".

life's like that

every moment brings a speciality of its own.there's so much in everything thet comes into life or rather life comes upon everything on the spur of the moment .....seems so eternal!

but still the moments bygone are so swift .it seems as if it were yesterday the heart skipped a beat at the sight of a loving face..yet its been long time since the eyes could have a chance to manifest on it..............

feels like its been a long wandering through the mist in the search of a bright cloudlet ,but it was just yesterday when the rain washed away everything.

the rainbow of life take aeons to stretch and yet there's so much colour to live up to.

can one but wonder o these varieties of life?

can one but rejoice the glory of life......................................

Prakriti

how beautiful you seem to me!!!

your vastness .......the proof to the broad mindedness of yours

your innocence...the sanctifier of your purity

and ho!the filtering rays of sun that touches the surface of the earth and bears the first dews of the morning.

the signifier of the love that shows the way to life

and the soothing swinging moon nagging with ever flowing river........

the chronicles of love

your history holds the wisdom of the world.......

you are the testimonial of everything within and without..........

the keeper of deepest secrets........the witness to raging revolutions...

o!the chest of stories untold..

let me into the wonderlands of your wonder

before i go to sleep...................

woh aaye basanti hawa ke jhonkon ki tarah

mehka gaye mere mann ka aangan.......

hath thamkar kuchh kadam saath chale hi the

hasaya-rulaya-sapne dekhen......

chalo anjaane main hi sahi kuchh vade bhi kiye

chupke-chupke kab fisalta gaya

ke caravaan kuch khabar na chala.

ritu ki pukar huyi aur bas laut pade wo kadam.......

unhi ke aashiyane taraf

par zindagi thami kaha hai?

ab bhi barkaraar hai.....aage badte hai yeh kadam

bas yuhi kabhi 'gar hawa chuu kar guzarti hai

ehsaas hota jaata hai..........................................mausam badalte hain!