She comes and goes

Like a rainbow she comes and goes
Rousing and veering men off their daily chores

Tum Paas Hoo

Bahoon main the jab uske toh bas usi main chaha rehna
Har pal woh tha humaara, woh har pal main muskurake jiya

Hooton se tere main kahaniya suna
Aankon se tere unhe bunte dekha

Aanchal main tere main khud ko khoya
Bechain mann ne tab jaake kahi saans liya

Har pal ab main yehi socha karu
Ki is pal kyun na tu kareeeb aata

--
Aana bhi chahu toh main kareeb na aau
Haalat ke aage main bhi kuch na kar paau
Mauke tujhe bahut diye
Par tu kabhi samajh na saka

Pyaar main tere main doobti rahi
Par tu kabhi kadar na kiya
Jaana toh tha kabhi na kabhi
Par is baar toone ki door kiya

Bula raha hain ab phir tu mujhe
Mudke aana bhu chahu toh na aa paau
Thak gayi hoon sambhaalte hue tujhe
Ab is dil ko samjhane ki himmat bhi na chaahu

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Kyun chubte hain yeh lafz tere
Kyun baraste hain yeh nain mere

Tu hain har waqt zehan main mere
Kya yeh na sudharne ki saza hain hain mili mujhe?

Bas ek pal yun aao paas
Gale laga ke keh do aaj
Ki pyaar hain tumse aaj bhi
Par yeh na bolo uska ehsaas nahi

Live Image Attempt

Failed attempt.

Drunk Shayari

Ke dard na hota ehsaas na hota
Dil tumhaare agar na kareeb hota
Jaha bhi jaaata na tumhe doondta
Par yeh hi kushi maanta rehta
Yaari na hoti pyaar na hota
Agar na tumse mila hota

Flying Human

I see a human flying out my window
Just like in the movies, look how she goes.

A thud I hear and howling around
I look out of the window and lose my sound

Lying there motionless was my kid

Beside her was my husband who didn't look good one bit

23 years of age and we wanted her to settle
But she wanted to live free like a bird and not fettered.

Education, work, tripping and friends
Nuptials, husband, responsibility and children

Indian customs and the society are above all
They are obsolete and archaic and result in a nasty fall

You've got to settle one day and become an adoring wife
I'd like to explore my likes only then will I adore my life.

Dear girl, you are getting engaged tomorrow
Mama, you are pushing me into a pit of despair and sorrow

We've had these conversions a million times before
But you fail understand my plight and leave me sore

There is your room we are done for the day
A child battling with depression, is this what you say?

"I shall live my life on my terms
No marriage shall stop me from exploring the world

I want to feel the breeze and experience the thrill of flying
Before I am liberated from a life chosen by my society.

One more step and woosh,  I go
If only they knew this moment, I'd never let go.

"

I see a flying human and it sends a chill down my spine
Thud, and I see a pool blood splattered around!

Oh dear, what have we done
Daddy's little girl ensured that she won.

Arzooo

Laga tha ki usse paana hoga asaan
Laga tha usse milna hoga assan

Laga tha mohabbat hogi asaan
Laga tha dil haarna hoga asaan

Par kya pata tha, tujhe manaana hoga na asaan,
Tujhe paana nahi koi avayen sa kaam

Ub jaana tumhaara mujshe hoga aasan
Aur chod dena raah main hoga bahut aasan

Hain kavi ki aarzoo bas
Agar hain chala rah pe jo hain khatin bahut
Sakshi hain khuda tera, chod uspe jo hoga aage tera.

Waiting for a Bloom

Summer rains are a comforting change,
Quenching the thirst of a parched plane.
Every drop speaks a thousand words
Of pain and love, both a powerful force.

Romantic, it may sound to a few,
Someone hates the sound of lightning coming through
Fearing the rain, they pray to the gods
Offering everything that they've got.

The sun has burnt their backs during the day
And they want to moon to stay
Days are long and the night shorter
For they've got to begin early with labour

Sweat and toil they bring together
Ploughing the land to yield better
Have caressed it long enough
While humming along the summer song

Waiting for the hardships to bloom
Time has come and they shall harvest soon
Thunder strikes and skies pour
Miseries around and the heart is sore

Romantic, it may sound to a few,
Someone hates the sound of lightning coming through
Fearing the rain, they pray to the gods
Offering everything that they've got.

Months of hardship is washed away
And so is the livelihood which was here to stay
His wife and children wait for him
Hoping to comfort for the loss so grim

He walks away in dismay
Knowing not about his way
Tightens a noose around himself
Leaving his son, heir to debt and despair.

Letting them go!!!

Just when we get used to something, it leaves

Just when you think you’ve got it sorted, the red light starts to beep

When we are on the path we desired

We are happiest and most excited

But this path comes after a long tread

A tread you didn’t want and which made you fret.

From the bottom we've waited to make the leap

A hand's stretched to pull you out of the deep

It’s on this long walk you are attentive than ever

Here you learn that experience leaves you never.

Walk on! For the road beckons

Regaling you with stories of a million seconds

Yet there are a few that you’d like to trace

After having hit your bros on their pretty faces

Some you want for yourself packaged in handbags

While some you want to hold on to just by saying “Look Tankbund!”

Walk on! For the road beckons

On a path that leads you right to your destination

Waving and sobbing we all stand here,

Teary eyes, for even Thalaiva will miss you, “Oh! Aradhya, my dear!”

That's how we smile

I don't really know how this will come out,

You know I have been thinking,
To write a poem that exudes love and no bickering.
But now I am out of a theme,
My creativity internally screams.

I haven't been able to think,
How to provide solace or comfort in a blink.
Yet I write what comes to me,
So that I make sense and is good to read.

You have made it a point to not smile,
Yet I have a weapon you can't avoid.
I knew a teacher who never had a curve on her face,
And yet I built up courage to say.

"My Lady, why are you grave at all times of the day,
Don't you know life can be fun when we enact a part of a play.
In 3 simple steps I will teach you how,
Just repeat the words EEEE when I finish the countdown"

Now I shall begin the count,
1 - 2-3 - EEEE- and you shout.
That's how she smiled and it has spread,
Try it now and the grim atmosphere shall shed.

I haven't proof read it. :D

Sting like a bee

A force that pulls me down
Is not a force but gravity playing around

A man that makes me cry
Needs a whack to set him right

For the world conspires to bring us down
Even when we tread the purest of the grounds

Shall I be worried about things that are ominous
Or be be obstinate about a subject of my faith

Shall I be a victim of ostentatious character
Or be impudent enough to break free of the restraint

For the world conspires to bring us down
Even when we tread the purest of the grounds

Yielding was never an option or a choice
Would embrace death with my head held high.

I am what I choose to be
Neither you nor he can let me be

If for you I've floated like a butterfly
Then for myself, I will sting like a bee.

She

She got out the bed stark naked
Her body as if carefully sculpted

It was dusk when we began
Passion and Agression was the theme of this season

We carried on until it just got slow

Love my dear, is more than just sex
And you never know what's next.

Dua

Khata toh ki humne
Par bewafa hum nahi the
Gila gar hain humse
Toh taqleef tum khud ko na do
Hain mohabbat aaj bhi tumse
Nibhaane ki himmat nahi hum me
Dua bas hain khuda se
Kushi mile tumhe jee bharke

Nirbhaya

This poem, I have taken inspiration from a few events of Mahabharata.

Ilzaam laga hain tumpe, ki tum ne usse uksaya,
Netao ke bhashan sunke kyun phir krodith hoye?
Keh diya toh kya hua, amal toh kuch na kare.
Janta toh katputli hain yeh, khel dekh dekh sooye.
Suno Nirbhaya shashtr uthao, yeh ab kuch na kar paaye.

Dharna nikla, hartaale hui humne baat toh apni rakhi,
Moombatti ki mashaal hain hum, isse bhujne na de kabhi.
Par,
Waqt aaya jab tum aankh moond ke kyun phir chal diye?
Kya hua us raat ka jab jab un sab ke rakhsa ki tum baat kiye?
Suno Nirbhaya shashtr uthao, yeh ab kuch na kar paaye.

Baaton main hi reh gaye, josh sirf chand ghanto ka tha,
Par the jabaaz kahi jo aage aaye, aur sashan ki jaal main phase,
Nikalna chahe bhi toh na sake, jaal main jo ulajh te gaye,
Suno Nirbhaya shashr uthao, kyunki govind bhi sirf kahaniyon main the aaye.

Last Words

We all can speak lengths about How,Why,What or When but there are occasions when silence dawns upon us And we speak a lot more without uttering a word.

This is what happened today, I held his hand like I did when we crossed the road, when we walked and kissed, when I got scared or when I was fragile and like always he was firm and today when I was breaking he gave me strength.

He looks at me and says, "I'll wait for you honey!"
This melodic silence was interrupt by a beep which made the doctors queasy and began a mad rush to bring him back.

50 years with this man, I knew he would wait for me but today he just had to leave- Leave here to meet me again.