There came an eternal light
which illuminated my soul
for long enough
to blind me
after it vanished in thin air..

It accompanied the most enticing music
which filled my very being
for long enough
to make me deaf
to any other beat after it receded..

And it accompanied the cherubic soul
who let me pour my heart out
like I never did
for long enough
to make me unable to utter another word again…

Would I ever be able to hear, speak or see again?

Here’s a toast to
the silence that reigns  deep oceans
that fills valleys and reaches high with the mountains

the silence that gives company to the wind
and  flies with the birds never falling behind

the  silence that mourns the dead
and weeps  with the dear  ones

the silence that helps two lovers talk
and smiles & laughs with them

the silence  that rules every heart and soul
and stays with them forever!

May the silence never die!

After drenching in the cold, heavy rain
I watch the sun rising,
Slowly out of the grey clouds from the horizon,
And then, the prettiest blend of seven colors
God could ever come up with….
A rainbow!

The result of passion, longing and seperation
Of the hundred promises to keep,
Of the hope which never dies down,
Of the never ending love!

The sun rays after a long, painful seperation,
Meet with the rain drops

And the knowledge,
Of the end that awaits their union,
Of the suffering that is yet to follow

And the hope,
Of a tomorrow which may never be,
Of a life without seperation and pain

And the love,
That had kept them going for so long,
That imparts them the knowledge and lends the hope

Draws them together to give birth
To yet another monument of timeless love!

I blink,
Smile at the masterpiece,
And my weird wild imagination,
Shake my head,
And walk back towards home…

Actually i wrote this poem long time back and one of the very few  poems that I remember by heart. It goes like this…

क्या  ये  मेरी  ही  आँखें  हैं
जिनमें आज ख़ुशी की जगह उदासीनता छाई है
जिनमें आज रौशनी की जगह एक अजीब सा अँधेरा छाया है
क्या  अजीब  सच  मैं  देख  रही  हूँ  आज
जब  मुझे  मेरी  आँखों  में  सपनो  की  जगह
उनके  न   पूरे  होने  का  डर  दिखाई  दे  रहा  है

[ख़त्म  हो  गया  सब  कुछ
नष्ट  हो  गया
यही  होता  है  उस  जलते  हुए  चिराग  का
जो  हवा  के  बवंडर  में  फंस  जाता  है
यही  होता  है  उस  हुस्न -इ -ख़ास  का
जिसे  अँधेरे  की  नज़र  लग  जाती  है ]

पर  मुझे  किसी  अँधेरे  या  हवा  की   ज़रुरत  नहीं
मुझे  नज़र  लगेगी
तो  इन्ही  आँखों  की  गहरायिओं  की
इन्ही  सपनो  की  पर्छायिओं   की
इसी  डर  की
या  उस  ख़ुशी  की  जो   मेरा  सपना  पूरा  होने  पे  मिलेगी

तब  तक …
वही  आँखें , वही   सपने , वही  डर , वही  सच ,  वही   ज़िन्दगी  और
वही  उसे  जीने  के  तरीके ..

Shit man! never expected such a result from myself (actually did everything to get a sg like this, bt still expected a lot from me!)… now i would explain that ‘everything’ I did. First of al, lost a lot of grades in not attending classes regularly, lost grades in every subject coz of that… not attending classes have no secrets behind it, i simply couldn’t make myself get up early in the morn and as a result din even complete a single credit for PT too… secondly, din submit assginments on time, some of them I din even attempt… din even attend a lab test coz din kno anything in DS at that time (nw dun ask my grade in this!)… I used to think (heard from ppl too) that in IIIT, u can score a decent cg if only u study well in end sems, bt guess wat, I had better things to do at that time than studying … missed my ES exam because of certain reasons, not mentionable here, for detailed knowledge of which one may contact me … well, well, well watever be the reason, I somehw feel that throughout the whole semester, when I was literally doing nothing, I all the time wanted to get the taste of something like this (believe me its not tasty at all … lol ). 

Life takes strange turns

I call them strange

coz u love them, but ‘they’ donot

They judge u and prove u guilty

of things, which u so much treasured

of silence, whose music u never want to part with

of moments, whose memories can never ever leave your heart

I know which turn I have to choose

coz they force me to do so

I stand here looking bacj

at everything I feel I have lost…

They turn from every corner

shouting, teasing, insulting, proving me wrong

I shed a tear, I feel weak

I feel betrayed of my own heart beat

I hang my head, lower my eyes

I stare at my feet, never really thinking

I wish, I pray

I listen to the music, cherish the memories

but the insults and the guilt takes everything over

I know which turn I have to choose

but my feet feel heavy

I refuse to move

I feel guilty

I feel wrong

This is the price I pay for the music

which once was soothing

but now barely heard…

Very few people feel they care
and even lesser really do
Very few people smile as you walk along
and even lesser wish you
Very few people hate you
and even lesser express it
Very few people are tied with you
and even lesser can hold the bond
Very few people want to know you
but even lesser really do
Very few people meet you in your life all along
and even lesser grieve on your death
Very few people remember you after your death
but even lesser miss you
Very few people come, go , laugh,care, hate, smile
all along your life
but in the end…

U r all alone!

This is a continuation of my previous post…

…
I hope that the storm has passed away
Coz the destruction it has left behind
is enough to last forever
I hope that the sea remains calm
with not the silence preceding a deadly storm
but with the emptiness of my soul
with the echo of sadness from its hollowness
with the silence of hope that the storm may never return…

The sea is so calm today,

Is a storm very near?

I wonder what this silence means

for those who say they hear?

I wonder who those ppl are

this silence who can deny

I wonder if its the same silence,

the one ‘heard’ by us…

But I, can only wonder

for I am not one of those

Over silence who can rule

Am only a follower

Lead it may anywhere…

I woke up one morning
bright and sunny
Completed my chores
and sat thinking and wishing,
when death will com,
How death will come
I believe it never comes
but ppl say it does
I always think how would it be to die
Some say spirits never die,
some even preserve bodies
I always keep asking ppl
Can u tell me about your experience when u die?
Can u come back and repeat how was it to be dead?
But no reply
Just a faint smile on their faces
Treating me as a child
Never, ever thinking about my question again…

I woke up one morning
bright and sunny
And what I see is
I am in a new place
everybody is staring at me,
I smiled, they did the same
I am a baby,
a newly born baby trying to enjoy the wonders
of the new place
I live up a new life,
with new surroundings,
But I don’t remember anything
what was before this?
How I am here?
These questions strike again
I find myself asking ppl
How death comes
I believe it never comes
But ppl say it does
I am curious about deaths in this world
Where do ppl go after death??

Ha! I have undergone death,
I have changed lives
I have come in a new world
But still I am wandering,
asking questions,
How it actually does…
Death never comes,
was my wrong belief
It comes,
It does come,
but as silently as a dream been broken
and what we remember is nothing…
We have experienced death
It comes every day
but that is different when we say
that a day or a night in which we have dreamt
is as long as one whole LIFE.
Death has come, gone and will come again,
without a noise…
And we will again be in a new world
Born as a baby,
shy and small…