Mulaquaat

Iss rut mei,
Aawaara se inn khwaabon par rehmat hogi,
Ye kudrat bhi hamari mulaqaat se sehmat hogi,
Hamei yakeen hai.

Sukoon hoga vahin aur,
Dilon ki uss panah mei hamari hifaazat hogi!
Haan milenge ham yoon hi,
Jis tarah mili ek shayar ko apni shayari,
Jis tarah mili uss shayari ko apni mousiqui!

Ae mere shayar,
Iss rut mei,
Aawara inn khwaabon par rehmat hogi...
Aur ye kudrat bhi hamaari mulaquaat se sehmat hogi!

- Mere_siyahipanne

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English translation:

In this season,
These aimless dreams would be blessed,
Attuned with the nature, would our hearts coalesce...
We believe!

And that is where a peace would reside,
And protected we'd be in our heart's paradise!
Yes, that is how we would meet...
Just like a poet meets his poetry
Just like the poetry meets its song so perfectly...

Oh my poet, I believe,
In this eve
These aimless dreams would be blessed,
Attuned with the nature, would our hearts coalesce.

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Happy diwali

Hanging laterns on heights
Turning on those braided bands of light...
The scent of sweets all around
And a flush of colours on the ground
Surprises and loaded smiles,
And blessings spreading a feeling so divine!

Tradition it is, we say...
The tradition of overloaded ecstacy,
The tradition of inside-out beauty...

Reminscense it is...
Of folklore and mighty fables,
Of the stories of homecoming of worshipped angels...

And what follows next is the ambrosia...
From mouth to heart!
Filling up hearts and craving bellies as well!

Diwali it is we say...
Our festival...
Our tradition...
Our happiness!
Diwali it is ... We say!

First moment

That woman with a harmonizing smile,
Unveiled the world to my eyes…
Very gently she took her hand off,
Preventing the fiery lights twitch my gentle eyes…
She then held my hand and kept it close to my heart,
She encouraged me to see miles apart.
But when all those voices around that place frightened me,
She held me warmly close to herself
And she softly said: ‘I am with you baby!’
These words still comfort me,
This feeling still relaxes me,
That first moment still lasts…
Since my day 1 and till date,
For every fall or heart breaking thought,
For anything that goes wrong,
That feeling of love and her motherly hug,
Is what I would long…
It’s mommy I would need all through,
To calm me and unveil new challenges of life all through!
             

The broken brink

A glass, once broken at the brink
Can no longer serve a drink...
They say!!!
Broken ... And gone forever!!

But he, the man with a broken brink
Cursing himself in remorseful limns
Uttered his lonely shivers in ink!

But all those words just cut him deeper
Bruised and shattered the unharmed parts...
Making his soul even weaker!

So, he hastily collected all pieces
Whispering self pampering verses
To the blank paper pieces!
But his glass like past
Hurt him again... While collecting those pieces of glass!

And so he melted oneself into unity
No brim... No glass...
A single soul!
Away from all hurt and darkness of the past.

And hence, I limn
The story of how a pen,
Mended his master's broken brink!

My friend,
The broken brink might not serve your drink
But it is strong enough to make up for the crown of a king!

What if I say...

What if I say I want to be lost
Nowhere else but in your arms
Counting the beats of your heart!
My arms around your waist
And yours covering mine...
And then blessings to your girl you recite
Still and silent...
With muted words and purity inside!

And together we feel...
The oneness within our boundless love
The oneness beyond infinity!!!
Free... Within the cages of purity!

What if I say
I want you to be around me
I want you to hold my hand
And then
You and me... Say nothing at all
But at the skies we gaze...
Connecting heart to heart!
Taming each others fears
Curing each others scars!!!
Knotting together the broken theads that gave pain
And unbolting those handcuffs... Breaking those chains!

What if I said, all this in your name I would swear?
Would that be enough to bring you here?