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?

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!

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…

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 ..

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…

U r all alone!

…
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…

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
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…