India shining(III)

I am back with the India shining...Here it goes.

Sparkling when the spot light,
Falls on those few drops,
Which still are waiting to dry up,
On the dry parched cheeks,
Making themselves comfortable,
Under the hollow of the eyes,
Hiding beneath the dark circles,
Of pain, age and time,
Picking food from the garbage pile,
Hungry eyes wandering,
Through the maze of people,
Gazing deeply into the crevices,
Where the moss grows,
Searching for a trickle of water,
That might wash away the grime and dirt,
Clinging to the throat, body
The heart and soul...
Behind the curtains,
Where the delicate dreams,
Are bought and sold,
The carnal pleasures drawn out,
The innocence weeded out,
To let the earth bear practical fruits,
The dead light in the morning eyes,
The cold blanket of the night skies,
Still shimmer in the spot light,
When it falls on those few drops,
Which trickle out once a while,
Staying,
suffering,
smiling and dying...

Ek aur khoobsurat raat...

Aadhi raat tak table lamp ki roshni me,

Alfaaz bina kuch kahe,

Kaagaz par sajte rahe...

Kaafi der tak yun hi dekha...

Bheege hue Alfaazon ko,

Aur faili hui syaahi me...

Har ek yaad kitni khoobsurat thi...

Aadhi raat k baad kuch der,

Tak Taki lagaye dekha,

Us matmaile chaand ko,

Jo aadha chipa kahin likh raha tha gazal raat k liye,

Taaron k daaman me bandhi ye chaandni,

Bikhar rahi thi meri balcony me tera naam ban kar,

Ye chaandni bhi khoobsurat thi...

Vapis table lamp kii roshni me,

Maine fir bune kuch shabd...

Jo kaagaz par sirf tera naam ban kar aaye,

Chaand ki vo gazal jo chaandni gungunaye,

Mere band kamre ki chaar deewaron me,

Haule se ye raat muskuraye,

Hothon par us aansu ko sajaye,

Aankh se jo tera ehsaas ban kar aaye...

Helpless 2/Expression/

Strangled; The Expression,

Clutches on wire:

Of self created mesh,

The ends held ;

By fear and distrust.

Death melting into ,

Non-Existance.

Wrapping the collection of bones and muscles,

Set in the chameleonic skin,

With blisters oozing out ,

Dead thoughts.

And a mask called life,

Fixed on the faceless Face...

Helpless!!!!! (1)/Tears/

Another series for all the people who patiently read whatever I say. I dont know but there are times during the day when I feel completely helpless, n the worst part being that my strength becomes my weakness, its momentary though. Through this series all m doing is confessing those moments where a particular strength fails to support me n m rendered defenceless. I wonder if anyone of you felt the same thing.......
But yes in the end you will definately find a flicker of hope or sumthing one can look forward to...There is no sequence to this series, its just a form of confession of where i lost my self followed by recollection of the moments after a little while...So here it is..

The tears trickle down into the glass,
Memories making the drink,
Intoxicating than ever;
I drink all the distance;
Raising the glass to love;
Celebrating the night;

With my love beside...

Wishes...

Another year is going by... we all will enjoy while we bid adieu to the year thats taking leave n becoming a past, Of this eve when i talk again, i will, using past tense...
Wishing everybody a very happy new year...
I personally dont feel like celebrating it this time, actually i never do but this time all the more. What difference is it going to make? What is so special thats going to happen? Whats new thats being created? Sounding weird...may be.
But yes I would like to thank the year that has gone by...
It reconfirmed my faith in love, it gave me new friends, it gave me a new direction to look forward to... I joined this blog world:-)(thanx to my wizard)...

So let me put it this way, celebrating the past n wishing the best for the future...
Wishing everybody a very happy new year again....

Enjoy...

NEW YEAR EVE...

New year eve away from u... I dont want to describe d feeling...

But then m i not with u n u with me...

Well sounds poetic enough but hurts...

Nothing much to say...

Missing you...

YOU!!!

Jab seher ki surkh chaader odhe,

Sardi ki dhoop tera ehsaas ban kar aaye;

Jab aus ki boondon par nange paaunv,

Saanse, sard dhund ko pighalayen;

Jab dopeher ko baahon me samet kar mai baithun,

Aur baahon me aakar teri yaad simat jaye;

Shaam se haule se teri baat karun aur,

Sharmaa kar, ye din chip jaye;

Saari raat, aansuon se dhula vo aadha chaand,

Hamari mulakaat ke chand lamhe gungunaye;

Tere likhe hue kuch lafz seene se lagaye,

Ye adh jagi raat ek kavita ban jaye...

Hmmm, its raining outside as m sitting in this cafe, near the university, writing abt the few moments that i spend with him n the few moments that stay till I meet him next. Moments that hold life, moments i live. Wish we were together at the moment*sighs* but life never grants all the wishes. I have our love with me as warmth against this winter rain...