The Story of June

A milestone so significant
At the halfway stage
Of a beautiful beginning
And an eventual end

A notch ahead of
Memories of March
A tad behind
Occurrences of October

Somewhat like
The mid-day Sun
Burning with desire
But living by fire

Those who live
Are mostly burnt
Only a few survive to tell
The Story of June.

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On Behalf of Love

Even if it gets a little tough,

Let love breathe.

May be you cannot keep calm,

But, don’t let anger seethe.

Love loved you like no one else,

So, don’t walk away in dismay.

When you can’t decide yourself,

Let love have a little say.

Mostly you don’t get it right,

And blame love for going wrong.

Don’t blame the music,

If you don’t really know the song.

Post a million miles and thousand smiles,

All you remember is that little shove

I am not a lawyer by profession,

But I would plead On Behalf of Love.

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Rolling Stone (End of October)

When it's neither warm nor so cold,

And there is a little nip and zing in the air.

You badly wanted the month to arrive,

But you never really got its share.

It turned all bleak way too soon,

There was hardly any good to remember.

As fears crept in and joys walloped out,

You knew it was the start of November.

October dreams never saw daylight,

And August wishes died too soon.

The sun hasn't really shone since then,

And there're tears in eyes of the moon.

Soon, the leaves went dry

And the feet followed suit

The color of the sky had a new tone.

As the days got colder and the nights more dark,

I realized I was nothing but a Rolling Stone.

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Taking Care (Silence)

All kinds of sound,

A child wailing, a train running

Sound that resides in a guitar

Noise that comes from within and far.

Rain lashing a tin rooftop

A bird's lazy morning chirp

Crickets playing a night-long match

To each soul, a voice you can attach.

The sound and its healing verb

It would all be futile

Without a lasting doze of silence

Peace suffices after gunshots and violence

Silence of the rain, the guitar, the people

Silence of a bird, a friend, a mountain

They may look a little out of place

But if sound is a shoe, silence is the lace.

So sit back, cut off, let go

Everything can wait, or else fall silent

Don't always seek, just be there

Life has a million ways of Taking Care.

An Apple Love Story

We didn't fall in love

Love fell on us

Like how the apple did

On that scientist so famous

We did make faces

But also seemed to like it

Like how you feel

For a deal when you strike it

We didn't realize

How it hurts and gets no better

After the dust settles

On the cherished love letter

We warned, they said

Scoffing at us in disdain

And we thought they were happy

People we cared for in vain

With time we learned

A lesson so true and deep

It's your apple, your love

For you to eat, juice or keep.

If You Think Of Me

If you think of me

As the sunshine

When it rains

And there are dark clouds.

If you think of me

As the rainbow

When the color fades

and there are self-doubts.

If you think of me

As your shadow

When the need comes

And there are no crowds.

If you think of me

In these moments

And not really all the time

We can bond every now & then
Like how sugar mixes with lime.

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The Stupid Naught

She stood there
Pushing her point like ever before
I looked at her, eyes wide open
She looked at the ceiling and the door

We had been together all along
Like a road is with its traveler
But a road has a few roadblocks
Oh yes, love is a great leveler

Today as the guns blazed
I noticed a bit of a difference
A piece of gem shone in front
Filling me with joy and reverence

I think she smiled from her heart
And it truly reflected on her face
It wasn't the first, but first of its kind
The kind that holds a special place

Don't know if she knows it
But every time we have loved or fought
It's her smile that has made the difference
She goes one up, and I'm stuck at the stupid naught.

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ग़म, सुकून, फ़िक्र और तस्सल्ली

ग़म 

ग़म में डूबे कई मर्तबा हमने सोचा

दिल-ए-दरिया में उफान है या हमें तैरना नहीं आता

उम्दा ये जवाब मिला, "ठहरे हुए पानी में बहा करते हैं,

तैराकी की बारीकियां अक्सर उफान ही सिखाता है"

सुकून

निज़ात पाना अगर सुकून होता

तो हर शाम लोग दीये जलाया करते

कोई वजह होगी जो हर रोज़ जंग जीतने वाले भी

दिवाली की  राह देखते हैं। 

फ़िक्र 

थाम कर मेरा हाथ वो मुस्कुराई और बोली 

हमारे प्यार की उम्र बहुत लम्बी है 

हमने कहा ये हुई दिन, साल,  महीनों की बात

अब हाथ के हाथ हमें फिक्र की फ़ेहरिस्त भी बता दीजिए

तस्सल्ली

जान लेकर भी उन्हें नहीं मिलती 

और हम जान देकर भी देख चुके 

ताज़्ज़ुब इस बात  पर है 

आज भी एक नज़र काफी है तस्सली के लिए। 

साभार - Google

Ashes

It fuels the fire,
Fire that burns your inside.
Inside a shop when asked to throw it,
It hurts to dump your favorite cigarette.

She walked far away,
Away when you needed her close by.
By now, when the dust has set over,
Over and over again, you miss her shine.

Love has bitten you more,
More than making you shy.
Shy of the pain it leaves behind,
Behind it all, you still sense some love.

A few things go wrong at times,
Times when you think you are done.
Done with the burning, the snub, the pain
Pain that runs from head to toe via heart.

But your cigarette, your girl, your love,
Love them a little more come what may.
May you learn to relish while you burn,
Burn because you'll shine, unlike the Ashes.
(Ashes that are dead, lusterless and gray.)

Urban Dust

Every morning I wake up early

But fail to witness a beautiful dawn

I can see some pigeons flyin' around

But where have the sparrows gone

I sit in my car and drive around

And feel the city needs a correction

Journey is on, but the end's nowhere

As I fail to find the right direction

I see a million faces around

Grumpy, joyous and even masked

Every one seems busy answering

The question that was never asked

I wish they ban plastic

The bag is not all I mean

All of us are deeply intrigued

But none of us is really keen

Innocence is a mirage they say

But the chase at times is a must

Dirty shoes and blackened hearts

Are all makings of the Urban Dust.

Kites

Kissing the sun in a clear blue sky

Was an experience unmatched, I thought

Riding the wings of a flying bird

And the euphoric sense it brought

High and mighty, I covered miles

Bathing in the scoffing rains

Jittery wind hummed victory songs

As I crisscrossed the celestial lanes

The world below seemed so measly

As I ruffled my feathers of pride

Flying high on the wave of success

Forgot to take the string in stride

A forceful surge is all it took

For the string to tremble and break

Nosediving to kiss the earthen lips

I resembled a shambling wreck

High of highs and thrill of peak

At best last some days and nights

But to sail in air and avoid a fall

We need to learn from Kites

Pen Drive

Perhaps, Your dad made us meet
Taught you to hold me gently
Holding me made you feel important
Glistening in glory, I wrote your fate

Together we made lesser mistakes
As there was no room to erase follies
Thoughts got a mirror to reflect
And we traveled the world on a paper

When love struck you like lightening
I was your hope and yearning
From the pocket to purse
I was with you in good and worse

Whether borrowed or bought
Lying in a corner or a decorated piece
Flamboyant signature, examination curse
I have been your all-weather pal

Now, you have made new friends
Keys are more important than the ink
Yet, when you languish, long and strive
Do not Hesitate to get into a Pen Drive

Just A Morning Wish

I woke up to an unusual morning
There was silence around the ceiling fan
The dim light lamp burnt bright
And there was you, lying by my side

You looked at me through the half-moon
Stocky Soldiers guarding your betel-nut eyes
Your smile lit the room further
My hands moved to touch their fate

How much did I miss you all this while
Coffee tasted bitter, grumpiness was all around
Is that you, I used to wonder on every foot tap
Without you, even melody was ordinary sound

Now that you are here, I can cry
And tell you to be with me forever
Because it is you that all I Want
Nothing Else seems to be as paramount

Seeing you is so pious
Your touch makes me a theist
Reside in my mind or take my heart
You are the deity, I am the priest

I love the way you wake me up
My senses never go numb
The caress and kiss keep me alive
Sleep and night slowly succumb

But as I rise holding you tight in my arms
I find no one around to hug, to kiss
The light is dim, there is a noise in the ceiling fan
Tears Remind me, It was Just A Morning Wish.

The Sea and the Telephone

Remember, that walk in lush green ground

The moon above and the glittery surround

How every foot-tap made you wonder

Has anyone seen us dancing to tunes of destiny

How easily together we got things done

Sunshine in a rainy night or shade in the scorching sun

Now that you are not here, the sun burns bright

The wind does not blow, sky is torn by strife

Distances can never keep our feelings apart

What if not together, we’ll make a new start

Because love is incomplete without a stringent test

This too shall pass with a bit of agony and some jest

When you are sad, feeling lonely in the big bad city

Go to the sea-shore, find peace and me in the vicinity

Make a palace of sand and decorate it with pebbles

We will be kings and queens of those famed fables

After the sea calms down, drowning the orange sun,

I will wait near that old Beetel telephone.

The tring-tring sounds like a orchestral melody,

And red blinker resembles a star that has always shone.

The days of separation won't last long

Our love would have its final swansong

Whenever your heart beats faster or you are alone

Find me somewhere near the sea and the telephone.

Cosmic Romance

I don’t know what it is

But there is a shadow behind me

Every time I fly into dazzling blue light

That gaze is uplifting, what if it’s slight

No name can justify

The bond we shared and smiles we had

Saccharine murmurs are still fresh very much

I miss your bioscopic eyes and feathery touch

Those lunar walks amid the setting sun

We chased stars, wiped out the rainbow

But one avian stunt you failed to notice

As I took Cloud Cover after planting that kiss

Love is about taking that extra mile

And we had a sky to cover

Carefree Hover, Buoyant Us

Blue was Sky, Free of Worldly Cuss

One fine day, We got a new life, supposedly a better one

But Being Human was a web of complexities

Burdened flights forced emotions to soften

We experienced Jet lag so more than often

And Then Love was interrupted

As reason controlled nonsensical heart

Soon we headed to that dreaded state of Separation

Amalgamation Aplenty Led to Sublimation

Now, Up in the heaven, I wish to call you back

But I wonder whether you would like an Afterlife

Love should give us that second chance

It's time, we rekindled our Cosmic Romance

Mr. Mirror

We often look into each other, our eyes meet

I glare and you pass that friendly glance

We neither converge nor tread the similar path

Why are our perspectives different?

I experience guilt and you have no remorse to show

My tears fail to make headway too

Jubilation is your muse while I sulk

Like a frowning old lady

Virtual is you they say

Your reflections are funny I feel

Sometimes I wonder

Do you know what apathy is, what’s zeal

The world outside staggers

Brilliant red blood oozes its way out

And you flatter to deceive

Showing the red rosy picture

Light is your best friend

But I want to look at you when its dark

Queries are aplenty, some lush more stark

Mr Mirror, Give me the Answer. (I am told, you don't lie too often)

Convertible

An old wooden bench, Fall and us

Parched leaves kiss your tender feet

You give me that 'Someone-will-see' look

I clarify my position and you fall in love

With the way I explain the unexplainable

I am the orator

We walk past the drowsy roads

Pavements glare at us with their eyes wide open

You look for directions, heart dancing on your sleeves

I show you the way, always taking a longer route

I am the sailor

As stars stand in line to get the Sky Ticket

You recline by my side, hair tied to form a beehive

I give you a carefree caress, shoulder to rely upon

You sleep amid the stars and I put vigil all night long

I am the soldier

Dawn is yawing at the doors and you are still fast asleep

Picking your favorite lipstick, I paint Good Morning

Drawing a sun around your naval

And you rise like a torpid devotional song

I am the painter

You see a new me each day

By your side, to make you happy, to amuse you

There have been many before and are bound to be more

But lovers of my kind are very few, because

I am Convertible