His story so far

He loved many.

First, it was Glory
He loved her smooth hair,
the texure of her skin,
her frail petite frame.
But Glory wanted glory
as he had none,
She asked one day
"Do I even know you?"
and married a rich man.
He was hurt but moved on.

Then he saw her Golden One,
full of vibrance and colour,
her face shining like the
majestic,golden sun.
She drew him near
(she was fearless)
and hugged in public.
She demanded him
to leave smiling,
so he left .

Thereafter came the Saint
She was a wife material.
Her simplicity and poise
impressed all , they roamed
together,giving each other
whatever they could.
They planned
but failed as being a saint
she had to give in to
family objections.
He was left again
only to be consoled as always
by  Ever Smiling.

This girl was more like
him so they gelled together.
She made him understand the
meaning of true love:
that doesn't ask,doesn't demand .
He was free for the first time of
any burdens ,any expectations
from people ,from life.

But there came Fragrance
who never undrestood
the deeper meaning of love.
She wanted to own him
like a possession.
She demanded that he makes a choice.
She was selfish and brutal.
She tore off his wings of life,
his innocence melted in
her arms .He had no choice
but to choose her for he knew
that Ever Smiling would keep on
loving him no matter what he does.


He vanished and since then
Ever Smiling has become
Never Smiling.
People look at her through the
eyes of Fragrance
who knows the charm to
manipulate them.
At times when they do see each other,
he looks strangely in her eyes
but can't see her smile
as now she can't
live a lie.
She has realized finally
he  faked to love many but he really
loved noone but himself.

baatcheet

आज देखा चाँद को
अपनी ओर देखते हुए
कुछ वोह भी हैरान था
और कुछ मैं भी पशेमान

मैंने कहा की देखता  क्यों
है इस हैरानी से
क्या तू भी मेरे जैसा
अकेला है आज रात


वोह हंसके बोला मुझसे
क्या बात करती हो
क्या मेरी तरह भी
कोई तन्हा हो सकता है


मैं लटका हूँ सदियों से
अन्तरिक्ष में ,
कभी घटता हूँ ,कभी बढ़ता हूँ
कभी तो किसी को नज़र भी नहीं आता


मुझसे क्या तुलना करती हो अपनी
मैं हूँ एक बेजान बूढा चेहरा
और तुम रोज़ ही जाती हो
बुढापे की ओर

मेरे दर्द को तुम क्या समझोगी
तुम नादान हो आखिर
अनजान हो मेरे कुरूप रूप से
कभी सोचो तो मेरी झुर्रियां कबसे हैं


 कभी तो ख़ूबसूरत थी तुम
कभी तो थे तुमपर बहुत से फ़िदा
मैं तो हूँ इक त्रिशंकुं की तरह
जिसका ना ओर है न छोर

मेरा कहा मानो
हंसा करो रोज़
क्योंकि तुम तो चली जाओगी जल्द ही
रह जाऊँगा मैं फिर से अकेला

The Guilt

He blocked her out to loneliness .
He shunned her to abyssal nothingness .
He loved her ,he wanted her.
Why then the acknowledgement
of his love
seemed a sin to him??
Had he not noticed the
same feelings in her 
eyes??




Was it the apple:
the fruit of knowledge..
the lost innocence
of Eve burdened 
with the original sin
Or it was the hope 
of transcendental love 
going to  the dungeons?


Now that Adam saw her
as a woman,
Now that he waited 
to love her the way
he had always wanted:
why then the guilt
of losing out on 
The Garden Of Eden?


He did'nt know  ,
He didn't realize ,
what he wanted 
was natural,
what he desired 
was destined.
Their names were to create
history ,the story
of first love
that gave rise 
to humanity.
Why then the guilt??
They were to create
what they had to create
in God's decree
as He sees everything but waits.

udaas

आज फिर बात चली मेरी तुम्हारी

फिर से कुछ खलिश सी दिल में हुई

याद आये वोह दिन  सुहाने

और न जाने क्यों  इक हूक सी उठी

आज फिर बात चली मेरी तुम्हारी

 पुरानी दास्तान जो अभी भी है याद

दास्ताने ग़म भी है कुछ शामिल

वही तन्हाई का था आलम मिलन के बाद

आज फिर  बात चली मेरी तुम्हारी

पलट कर जब फिर से जो तुमने देखा

क्यों फिर से खिच गयी आखिर

दूरियों की यह रेखा

फिर से वोह शाम क्यों न आई

फिर से वह प्यार भरी बातें न दोहराई

क्यों न खीचा तुमने फिर से अपने पास

शायद इसिलिए हूँ मैं आज उदास

tum ho nanhe se bete

तुम हो इक नन्हे से बेटे

मेरी आँखों के तारे

बस यही चाहती हूँ

मैं कि

तेरे अरमान हों पूरे सारे

जब तू चले ज़मीन पर

नभ भी तेरे आगे झुके.

तुझे देख कर मेरी जान कभी

कोई आफत न रुके

चली जाये वोह कहीं और

कर ले कहीं और बसेरा

तेरे लिए रात न हो काली

बस हो चमकता सवेरा

तू है भी नादान

तू है अभी अनजान

जाने न तू अभी दुनिया

क्यों रहती है परेशान

मेरी दुआ तो बस यही है
कि खुशियाँ तमाम तुझे मिले

कभी तेरे दिल मैं दर्द का अँधेरा न जले

तेरी यह शैतानी तेरी यह मुस्कराहट

रहे यूँ बरकरार

और मैं जी भर के

करती रहूँ

तुझे प्यार

She and I

We would sing the same songs .
We would dance to the same music .
We would listen to the same stories.
We would laugh at the same jokes.
yet she was different..
..she was she
and I was I.
She was  quiet and sensitive.
I was  bold and  fun.
She was an obedient daughter ,
I always had questions.
She worked hard to make her parents proud.
I always did what I thought was right.
I faced many toubles in  my life
I had to undergo struggle and strife.
She was married off to the right man
then why could he never understand
the way she was and what she liked
she also went through a real tough life
she got no love
she got no peace
she just tried
to join a piece to piece.
She tried to give me a fake smile.
But I can see her soul inside
that weeps and cries all this while
when she meets me now
once in awhile .
I wish her joy,
I wish her strength .
I hope she gets
a real compliment
from the man whom
she admires and loves ;
who gives her silence
and a shoulder cold.
If she were a little bold
She could fight her way
and get a hold.

She was the right one
in everyone's lays..
I wish she lives
like the good, old days.

lonesome

I saw him looking in my eyes
with questions innumerable
He wanted the answers
but I had none.
..yes,there was love
..there was warmth
..there was peace
I had never seen him
so content
so quiet yet
so lonesome..
I asked only one question
but to myself-
Is he now tied up with
his  perception of himself ?
...a fighter
...a crusader
...a real man
who tried best to protect ,
to nourish
the bond he created out
of a need to fulfil his own
narcissistic image:
but destroyed another he had
nurtured for long.

Did he truly love her
or is he  just fighting his
loneliness?

No one can tell ..
But I can always see
his soul bare
his loneliness to me.
Walking with clasped hands
with she drooling over him;
he looks around to
find me.
Alas!! He can't get me back..
never..never again..
as now it's me 
who loves to be
lonesome.