The Best of Me

Thinking what is special to me,

I passed deliberately 

through the lanes of my momentous memories

the good, the bad and the ugly!

I found a Pandora's box:

-the learning life lessons

-the legacy of literature and music from Papa

-the warmth of the cozy cuddles of Ma,

-the irritable sibling fights, yet closeness with a big bro,

-the fun time with my chuddy-buddies,

-the solace under the stars,

with the love of my life,

-the travel bug that keeps me biting,

-the books and poems and 

-love for the written word

-the nostalgia of the past

-the eagerness for the future,

-my indomitable will ,

-the love for freedom,

-the zest for life itself.

All these and more

make me me and 

I'm nothing more,

nothing less-

just a simple little woman who

just gives the best of me!

Ghadi

मेरी तस्वीर नहीं तेरी आँखों में शायद ,

पर कुछ यादें तो ज़रूर रह जाएँगी | 

याद रहे न रहे तुझे हम लेकिन  

तेरी कशिश हमें रुलायेगी | 

आगे ज़िन्दगी बहुत पड़ी है,

मेरी भी और तुम्हारी भी | 

कभी तो मिलोगे किसी मोड़ पर तुम 

कहानी और ख़ास बन जाएगी | 

वक़्त का क्या है,

पलटे कहीं भी ,

वो भी तुम्हारे जैसा है 

कभी तो वक़्त हमारा होगा 

और घड़ी रुक जाएगी | 

My sword

The Night has dawned
The Day has set
I hear your buzzing voice
In the drumming of crickets.
The  moody moon like an imposter,
Playing hide and seek
With the clouds;
Is yelling your name
In my ears.
I bring out
a moment from
the faint frail memory
And I give it a name-
My sword, my knight.

The trees darkened
by the shadows speak
nothing but a strange
the fight -within and without me.
Let me walk
on the cutting edge
of the sword
and see-
Is the knight
an armour
 or I need an armour against him!!

Sleepless night

Why did you do this?

I'm sure I find no reason

Other than the decrepit descent of your thoughts..

Or was it love presenting a new welcome

On the carcass of my soul?

Whatever it was-it hurts-

The pain boils

The eyes swollen

The mind unrest

And there you probably sleep in  her arms

While I loom at our lost future and the sleeping innocent kids!

A story of lies!

You say something else
but the  half burnt
cigarette butts,
the half filled beer glasses,
the finished vodka bottle
tell a different story!!

You say something else
but your eyes that
dont meet
me in the eye
the cold hand that holds
my fingers with  no warmth
tell a different story!!

You say something else
but the hidden carcasses
of deeply secured love
come out alive and walk dead
They tell a different story..

The story of a fresh start
somewhere else.
The story of long
forgotten promises
The story of a beginning
 of a new story
of someone's win
and my loss!!
A story of lies
strewn across
my floor!!

Denmark here I come!

Denmark here I come

With a cool sea breeze on my face,

Like the touch of a soft loving hand .

green pastures around,

apple and cherry trees

with blossoms so beautiful

The carefree cheerful faces

Of people all around

The Danish boys and girls

Full of vivacious laughter

The ocean on the sides

The beautiful curvy rides

Denmark here I go

With memories in my heart

Of feelings just the same

The loving warmth of all

I know for sure now

That world is just a name

It’s one big family

Where all feel alike

All feel the same happiness

All feel the pain

All desire love

All desire care

 So Demark I promise to you

That one day I’ll be back

With probably an old face

But the same feeling of love

The gift from all of you