~ Saiyyan ~

संभालो! की ख़ुशी
सहमी सी है दिल में
उभारो! की हँसी भी
दबी सी है दिल में

निखारो! की रंगत
है फूलों ने छीनी
समा लो मुझे!
की आँखें हैं भीगी

नज़ारे है बहके
उम्मीदें हैं ठहरी
कहाँ हो! की मेरी
धड़कन है धीमी

देखा करते थे तुम्हे
ख्वाबों के बहाने!
छुपा लो! की हक़ीकत
और प्यारी है उनसे.

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~time traveller~

what is this...
passing of time,
sand sifting through my hand,
a fleeting memory
which lets you go.

I get lost in the maze
of happy thoughts and
I get lost in the way they rot
neglecting the hurt that grows
time still goes on.

Clocks on the wall
are all messengers
reminding us that he won't care
to pause or plunder
every now becomes a has been

strange are its ways
stranger are the days
I barely survive the wonder
and journey in the "nick of time".

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I yet wonder...

a fault in default as you look at me
you look at me and I grumble
in uncertainty
there are faults in me.. I wonder
and you wonder, quite plainly
how is it that luck found us
and love found us, stealthily

locked in thoughts and wonder
there is much I ponder,
upon the daily trivialities
will you look i wonder
as faults creep in too surely.

barely apart and instantly longing
how is it that I found my heart
skipping a beat and sighing
There is much still yet that I do not know
I do not know and am trying
How is it that you found me?
you found me then love found me..
I wonder of beauty with longing...

::blogheart::

here settled the sand storm in the valley of the deep,
unveiling a tender heart weary and incomplete.
it had a story and a song
of a journey, eons long
and an ending which was happy, yet bitter sweet

traveling through the landscapes of many a broken hearts
it was fearful and wary
of all tht could fall apart
faithful yet cautious in all its feelings
much was hidden, instead of revealing..

ignorant of the path chosen by fate
it fluttered over flowers
despaired in pain.
longed for love.. sighed in disdain.

slowly and surely
it has now learned to survive..
I treasure this story
for it could be mine.

Solitude

burden of wishful thinking
trapped within crumbled folds,
clenched fists - a mock witness
Of the twisted agony
hours untold
anxiety mingled in fear
sour as the solitude

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~ खलल ~

ख़ुशी रहती नहीं,
खाली पैमाना देख के
ख्वाब सजते नहीं,
बिखरे अरमान देख के
हम बदनाम सही,
इश्क का फरमान भेज के
और हैरान सही,
तेरा पैगाम देख के।


तेरी महफिल में अब अनजान सही
तुझको यूँ आबाद देख के।

Myopia

scout for thoughts
where none exist.
reach out and laugh
yet, tears persist.
is the hope alive?
delusions consist,
of unmet desires.

Denial at heart,
acceptance within.
unsettled, distraught,
queries therein.
Can I have you or not?
'never', you claim.
Can I ever move on?
'surrender', in vain.

Fate intervenes.
We drift apart.
Smiles creep in,
through a weary heart.
was it love?.. or was it not?
was I lucky? ... or were you not?