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!!

Destiny

It’s either a dark devil of deadly deception.

Or it’s the white angel of withering warmth.

But it’s my destiny to love you and accept you 

For your angels and  demons all.

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

Is this love?

The  imaginary first kiss
 like the cool
 breeze on the beach,
weaving my wavy hair
 into your hands
that cup my face.
Is this love?

The loving warmth
 of your touch,
the love-lorn look
in your dark dreamy eyes,
give away the secret
 that you cant keep.
Is this love?

The night drains
us both into
the dreams of
intimate togetherness,
the painting of  our new life
-a masterpiece!!

Is this love?
Is this love?

Aadhe -adhure

कुछ रात है
 आधी आधी
कुछ बातें मेरी
आधी-अधूरी सी

चाँद भी निकला है
तफरी पर
अपने घर से
मिलने शायद
 अपनी किसी और
 चांदनी को


फिर  मेरा चाँद मुझसे यूँ दूर क्यों  है ?
फिर मेरा दिल  यूँ मजबूर क्यों  है?

फिर होगी सुबह
जब चढ़ेगा सूरज
तब  चाँद आएगा
लौट के अपने घर को
खोलूंगी दरवाज़ा फिर
उसकी ही दस्तक पर
फिर होगी  मेरी रात पूरी
फिर होगी  पूरी  मेरी सुबह भी
 रात और  दिन का कोई ठिकाना न होगा !
चाँद के पास फिर कोई बहाना  न होगा !

smita sharma dabas: The aquaintances.

smita sharma dabas: The aquaintances.

Kuchh na kaho

Kuchh na kaho
kehne ko kuchh hai bhi nahi
kuchh khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi..

Batein to hoti hazaron
par waqt ki kuchch kami rahi
kuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi...

Nadaan ho tum shaitan ho tum
Par thodi meri bhi pehchaan ho tum
khuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi

Baki sab na dekhenge
baki sab na poochenge
baki sab na janenge
ki mere mann ki awaz ho tum..
sunti hoon bas main hi
sunte ho bas tum hi.
khamoshi bhare
Iss gaane ka
sur taal bhi tum
har saaz bhi tum..

kuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi..

My clash with a new genre..

My son was after my life,

to write a poem for him.

When I asked him the subject

It created a rife.

He gave me a laptop,

He gave a bey blade

He gave me a topic

of nothing which I made.

He planned I write of 'clash of clans'

But it screwed my empty head.

It went all down in the drain,

And made me half dead.

I never knew that it was a game, 

I thought it was a stance . 

This clash of clans was a stupid thing, 

And I was taking a chance. 

I  felt like an angry bird,

with my bits and pieces swirling around.

But,it was the charmander on the T.V. , 

who was making the nasty sound. 

I fought like the ashen Ash 

With the pokemon,

By this time my patience, 

had fused my brain gone. 

A sudden stark realization

occured, then, to me.

It is only this generation

Who can be gadget friendly!!!

Lilac

Lilac

It's the tale of yesterday
It's the story of today
I started out alone , perhaps,
But I have him with me today..

I dozed on his shoulder again,
He slept in my arms.
He made me feel weak in the knees,
I made him strong yet calmed. 

Lilac was the sky, splendid,
the sunrise new, the gleam old
This is his love story ,
and mine retold. 

Great Expectations

Great Expectations

Tarnished images of past failures
flashing into the eye inward;
pushing the limits to the far - fetched fears
finally transform into great expectations.

To be or not to be:
the question finally finds resolution.
Through heated hard work;
desperate strength of will wins.

A time of power comes
the time will stay
the time to be
nothing but you.

love undying

I saw him in the glorious sunny days
I saw him in the cold damp nights
I saw him in the flowers he got
I saw him in the eyes that smiled
I saw him in his anger
I saw him in his jealousy

He is what I want
He is what I need
He is what should be
Between you and me

His acts are funny
His acts are sincere
He is the love undying
That is always there..

It's just a matter of time

The wheel of  time
paces up to crush my soul
I'm down like a beaten boxer ,
fallen flat and helpless..
I fear I'll lose the game
I hear the tick- tock of  my heart 
 running against time
like a now or never game..
It's just a matter of time
that will  lose my time to time.....

I hear my opponent shriek and
 growl in my ear
his win imminent and certain...
I hear his footsteps coming
I feel  his breath near my shoulder,
I feel his cold hands on my throat 
I bleed..
I feel beaten...
 blue and black.
 It's just a matter of time
that will  lose my time to time.....

I feel a struggle inside me
I want to get up and fight again
I want to win
I want my time back..
I feel it was a fixed game
and  had to lose...
It's just a matter of time
that will  lose my time to time.....

Keep The Faith

Is this real?
Is this a new beginning?
Is this paradise?
Is this the doom of my sorrow?

I feel wings new sprouting 
I feel the painful pleasure of their birth
I would soar like a sky lark 
I would fly near the sun

I fear the wings are not waxen
I fear I may not fall like Icarus
and end up a heap of dust..


All I need is your love. 
All I need is your strength.
All I need is your patience.
All I need is you that is me...

All I need is to keep the faith in me..

For The love of rain

The twittering bird-like raindrops,
the daisy faces drenched pigeons
huddling inside themselves,
with the music of love-songs
in my ear,
i stand alone sipping
on a cup of coffee..
i reminisce our first meeting,
in rain.

The residue of love

The residue of love
bubbles inside me, 
like an acid
it wants to peel off my face
 the way it burnt my soul.

The residue 
 of hope and faith
pushes me like an old porter 
carrying a heavy baggage of emotions,
hoping to reach somewhere.

The residue has forgotten
how bereft of love he is.. waits endlessly for a change.

I know..You know, 
nothing will come out of it..
 for the love which blossomed..
is just a residue-
a dirty stinking litter- bin of love that was.

yaadein

कहाँ हो तुम 
ढूँढती हूँ तुम्हे मैं हर पल 
अभी कल की ही तो बात लगती है
जब हँसते  थे तुम मुझे देखकर
 खाली भरी आँखों में 
प्यार सा भरा था ,
एक सैलाब सा भरा था 
छोड़ कर जब गए थे,
छोटी  सी आँखों में आसूं भी दिखे थे मुझे 
हैरान सी हूँ क्या तुम वही हो 
भेजती  हूँ कई पैगाम 
पर खाली चिट्टी वापिस लौट आती है 
तेरे उस प्यार को इक झूठ बता जाती है 
अभी भी जब तुमने चाहा  था उस रोज़ 
तब तो बात की थी प्यार से ही
 फिर अचानक अगले ही दिन 
फिर वही ख़ामोशी सी थी 
एक छट पटाहट  एक बेचैनी 
जो थी तुझमे मेरे लिए 
लगता' है उसकी 
अब कोई और वजह है ,
मेरे ही पढाई गए पाठ 
,अब खुद मुझ पर ही भारी हैं  
काश तुम होते मेरे टीचर  
और मैं एक स्टूडेंट 
लगा  तो पाती 
कुछ और नया लॉजिक 
यह यादें ही बचीहैं अब 
न जाने बस कब तक