The Lover's Cage

"Their feet match
And their eyes too
But the head of the sybaritic prince
Is way too high,
Higher than her house's roof!"
Thought they, the ones peeping through.
For all they knew were the retired stories,
Of love dying under princely glories!

But, leaving his palace,
Forgetting his pride...
Around her cage did the prince start to reside.

Day and night did the two dance,
And the cage was now their stage..
Their footsteps, the music,
Their audience be the trees and the stars,
And the lyrics were sung by the birds and flowers!

And they, the dogmatic people, thought they were fools,
For the music could never reach their rooms...

Hence, were these window panes
Worse than the cage in which they lived!
More caged than those lover's cage!

Yes, lovers were they with pure hearts...
Chained within the scary eyes,
Cuffed by the hands of the world,
But, free under the sacred power of love!

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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We talk a lot
My heart, my paper and the ink of my ink pot!
We mess a lot...
We talk about each word that my heart utters,
We mess for what to write and what not!

My heart says a word...
The ink turns it a bit...
He... This paper might like it not a bit
And and blot her, miss ink in a messy dip!
And at times just curls each stroke,
With love overflowing in each drop!

These words we mend
Into pretty lines,
And those lines into a verse...
Limning the pleasures and even those sad times,
To festoon our three-men universe!

Yes we talk... A lot!
My paper... My heart and the ink of my inkpot!
Poets are we...
Faithful... Bonded forever are we!

From Somnolence to serenity

When I needed the darkness
When I needed solitude
You crooned me into depts of somnolence...

You saw me haste in that space
You saw me fetch things...
Ending up just clutching the air...
You heard my shreiks,
The ones that the silence ate up...

Then taming me,
Extricating me from self harm,
You brought me close to the moon
Showing to me the silvery shimmer
Of a ball of light glowing every corner!

Darkness had I thought,
Was the end to my crave...
But you took me out of those blood-curdling caves...
Soothing me with a gentle bliss
Escorting me to this paradise...
You relaxed me with the moonlight's kiss!

And here am I
Travelled long from the hasty somnolence
To this serenity... so calm..
Untouched... unharmed!

You will be there...

If I lose you tonight
I would not drop a tear off my eye...
Because I believe that
Whatever the times maybe
You will be back... Near me!

If I lose you tonight
And you won't even look back for a last smile
And you won't
Open your eyes to see if I am alright...

I won't break,
For I know that a droplet by then was on it's stake
And you don't want to let me drown in that depth!
So, you hid that in your eyelids right away!

I know ... You would come back soon
I know... You would hug me tight
And wipe this tear off my eye
So, I won't cry
If I lost you tonight!

But ....
What if you don't turn back???
What if....

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!

Tears of seperation

He saw himself crying, in the mirror
And he shattered into finer pieces...

He went to his room with a hope
For a passionate hug and kiss on the head!
But all around were things lying dead!

He searched for a hand
In that shirt, hung on the stand
But all he found was a lifeless sleeve!

He craved for words of love
In the letter for seperation!
Then found himself deeper into dejection!

Tired was he, of the wait,
Broken was he like a fallen glass vase...

And when he saw himself in the mirror, Dead and crying,
And no one stood behind him to save his soul from dying,
He broke a little harder... Harder, into finer pieces!

But, soon he stood strong and sharp
Like each of those fine glass pieces! 
Unbreakable...
For he was a man of a tough fate!
Tougher he would last... Tougher than today!

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