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.