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.

The_inkdiary

The_inkdiary Story

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!

The_inkdiary

Pictures in ink

What we learnt... What we said...

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!
             

Oh... My poet

Oh... My poet
Write me a verse
Kiss my head with your words
Hug me with those pauses!
Bless me with those swallowed syllables
Cure me with your verse!

Oh my poet...
Write me a verse...
And therein help me be strong
And say you would pull me up,
When I go wrong!
Say... You would help me wipe off all tears
When I cry!
Say you would be the last one to hug me when I die!

I promise I would keep up that smile...
For keeping your strength when you watch me cry
I promise I would never hurt my life
For I know that you reside here... Deep inside!

And I... Your girl
Will then peacefully nestle
Close to you....
In the abode of your orotund carol!

Oh my poet...
Write me a verse
I am done with mine...
Just once... I beg... Come, Take your turn!

Darkness

An infinite canopy, an aimless path
The astute profusion
Calls you in to commence a journey into its hollows!

For once you are in,
It is the master and you its slave!

Shrieks into absolute silence it swallows,
Silencing all cries into its dearthy-profusion...
Driving you through invisible willows!

And there the broken autumn leaves lay lifeless,
Muting their passionate verses...
Surrendering to the air's whispering curses!

Darkness it is they say...
The misleading sucction...urge of the night!
The spirit's fury for the day!

It commences within the sedetive lullaby
And its end...
A mystery... Unasked... Untold...

All we know is that one truth
That your beloved drives you in...
Tempting you into an infinite kin!
And you the prey... Surrender with an undecisive will!
Into that darkness... The infinite emptiness!
-the_inkdiary

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!

Innocent Rhymes!

"She wrapped herself in a pretty  dress ... 
And then on her waist a silver bow  did  she caress!

Then settled her hair into a bun 
And pinned up all the open ends  seeming  undone!

Thereafter she went to the mirror  wall 
Hair... wrist... shoes... She checked them all ... 
And then judged how high her heels went...
Then rated herself a ten on ten!

There after she went around the town
Wishing smiles to ones who once got a frown...

And so she said,
'Hey Miss muffet...
that's a pretty tuffet!

Hey Miss Jill,
Dare not climb up the hill...
Or else you will fall all over with that pail!

And you! Mr Incy Wincy Spider,
You must buy an auto glider
To ride you up to the water spout sooner!

Woohoo! Mr Humpty Dumpty
You better get down the wall
To avoid that bumpy-lumpy fall!'"

"Haha!" laughed mother,
That was a pretty story dear daughter!
But now it is time to sleep... Come on... Faster!"

"No.. No Mama!!!
The girl is not home as yet
Let her finish the rhyme town stroll set!!"
Said she, the tiny and innocent narrator mistress!

And on and on her story went!
And the doll strolling through the rhyme book bends!
Untill some dreamy pixie dust
Shut the little girls' eye vents!!!

-the_inkdiary

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?

The Autumn Leaf

That autumn leaf
Fallen from the topmost tree
Cried out his woes to one and all
Music they thought
He played while he thralled!

But hurt was he,
On detaching off the branch...
Teary was his soul,
On wandering in the odds alone...

Alone... He had to bear the rain ...
Rain which once was a blessing to him
Today seemed the clouds' refrain!

Alone... Did he break... And crush...
Bit by bit...
Leaving traces of his being... A brownish-dry bit!
Every time the stones he hit!

To you, I limn a story...
Of the autmn leaf ...
Who on breaking off the tree
To you did weep...
But instead the crunking of his soul
Came out as a music for lover's relief!
So pure was his soul
That magical were even his woes!

We ... Defining a world of two

From dusk to the breaking dawn,
He and I have shared an intense bond

Upon me peaceful smiles does he bestow
And unconditionally my tears does he own!
Sinking them in his whitish skin
Whenever to my eyes they akin!

My silliness does he adore
On my undone beats does he dance and flow
From sunken infinities of the skies...
To his brightly-shadowed cloudy robe!!!

And all this time...
We have said.. But we never spoke
Solitude and the dark
Has telepathied and synchronised
The said-unsaid feelings hidden our hearts' core!

Yes today we lay
Far away from togetherness...
But two united souls are we
Partners in an accompanied-solitude are we!

And a world of two we quote!
Me... Here on this land
His dreamer... His counterpart!!
And he... The moon... High up there
My night time story... My all time delight!

Grow up... They say

They say I have grown
Out of thier arms
Maybe out of their minds too...

Now no lullabuys need to drive me to sleep
No swings can stop me from monotonous weeps
Now no fairy would come to fulfil my under the pillow wish!
And no wanderlust around me would the angel swish!

Is that what growing up is?
Yes! They say!

When sleep in my eyes does flair
The eyelids do unknowingly drop a tear!
Then...in the dark night
I search for a hand that pats my head
Yes, I seach for fairy tales to be said...

But...
It is my hand and some self cooked stories
Of the shadows of those toy ponies
That wipe off the tears
Trying to restore those midnight glories!

Independence it is... They say!

For once it may seem a shadowed bay..
But your road was yours...
Be it today or yesterday!
You might walk it 'with' some
But to walk it FOR you there would be none!

So, when time would pass,
Being alone will no longer be a lightless path...
You yourself will be the lamp light!
No longer will it be a dreadful night!

And that is what they say...
Be patient... Stand...
Grow up!!! They say!

She ... The warrior

Look...
There she runs
Proudly wearing those scars and bruises
After bearing the shot of your gun ....

She knew no bandaids would heal her pain
She knew even the prayers would be in vain...
She knew nothing could un-crease her strains...

So she the warrior of her game,
Stood up... Took off that dented case
And her soul did she untame...
Free from the ties that hit hard  at her brain...
Finally closing the blood blotted chapter of her life's book
Because many more chapters lay untouched...
And the story goes on from life to death!

The Undawned Dawn

Daytime... what's that?"said he

A bump head does daily peep ... 
Not from the mountains but from the ashened heaps...
With guns and rifles reloaded and complete 
Blowing off the lamp light, 
Making the envior so dull and gleem
As it has forever been ... 
This for us is the daylight beam!

A roof no longer means safe nights... 
If in the bed a man lies... 
The terror of the army haunts his dreams...
Blood and tears all around do seem!

For once when these eyes do close ... 
Never do they wish to see another such daylight! 
To face the cruel rulers' voice that's turning hoarse!

No eyes would ever wish 
Such a scene to witness... 
A morn so full of bloodshed! 
As when the dead and steady eyes
Outglow the aspirations once ever believed 
When the lifeless bodies 
Flash the moments together weaved 
Darkness is better to be seen...
As in its darkness, 
It would hide the flowing blood seas ...

Oh how I wish for that usual morn 
Void of this ashened sky 
And this fearful undawned dawn!

Our Last Bit to Sir Kalam

Last evening,
The setting sun could not promise another hopeful morn,
To those who wished to string along
With him... That teacher, that guide, Our missle man
Yes, he Dr. Abdul Kalam!

No...
No conference had he to attend,
No meet has he now to oblige,
As He - the Lord this time,
Was lucky enough
To enjoy sir Kalam's company,
And to relevate his insight!

And so, his soul is off his body
On its way to embrace the heavens!

We know that from now on,
No faces would be as lighted up in his wait
As they did the previous dawn...
For with him one can't ever again
Spend another honoured morn!

Here are we - his people
Standing with shackled feet, cuffed hands and muted lips!
Had we got the chance to be the ones,
With a hope that he would re-exist,
Thousands of souls for him,
Would give up their life
With utmost might and will!

But for him we'll do our last bit,
We'll thump our shackles, bang these handcuffs,
And ring aloud those gongs and rattles
In literal senses... we'll work and work
Until we can soothe his soul...
With strength and energy in us as a whole!
And then encircling this soul
And bouncing him gently over these percussion beats...
We'll bid him a last goodbye...
By our last bit,
Sending him high up there,
Higher than these mountain peaks,
Higher... To the heavens!

- the_inkdiary