HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015

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It was perhaps just like another night for him. She was not a party- cat ; but she never asked him to stay with her whenever he had an invitation. She would always encourage him to go.

“I don’t mind”, she would recur each time. Her placid  face seemed to hold him back.  He tried but could never had the courage to unfold  her petals. She  has always seemed mysterious, right from the moment  their parents had arranged for their marriage. Common friends said , “ she is like this “.

But she never missed out on Valentine’s Day , their marriage anniversary or  his birthday. Everything was so creative about her that he was scared; even after 2 years , he was scared to face her; she never expressed ; her lips were cold but he was a romantic; perhaps both were fools, only with different ways of expression. He could never garner the strength to be brave just for once.

“ Not going anywhere to celebrate New Year ? “, she asked the moment she heard him entering.

“Umm… no.. just… “, he was hesitant.

Her eyes sparkled. They followed him as he freshened up and  took his  seat on the couch.

She rushed into the kitchen and hurried back with coffee; over the coffee, floated  the shape of a heart of cream, like a floating love, which was not noticed by the skylark.

He looked at her taking the mug from her hands. She looked into his eyes.

“ You….. you want to say anything? “,  he asked. For the 1st time in these two years,  the urge had triggered and he just wanted to ask. That is it.

In the brushes of dawn,

Shed the feathers of the swan,

A dream to cherish , a life to live,

Something unnamed and more than just love,

A word  called ‘ together ‘ ,

Happy New Year “.

Her words were spontaneous, as if they were written long time back, as they were just waiting for that key to reveal themselves.

Within moments, her head was buried in his chest, and he was caressing the curls he never touched.

“You never said …..”, he groaned.

“You never asked about me “, she bit her lips.

“I  knew you are a poet. Never knew what it feels to suck the words from a poet “.

“Words are my wealth. Words are what I have. Words are what I can give “. She could not speak. His lips have already conquered the crown.

The bursting of crackers outside resonated “ HAPPY NEW Year “

 

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Written On New Year’s Eve…..

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Not a pain cares to kiss me ,

Its turpitude grins at the forlorn face,

I can hear the whistle of the train far away,

Tomorrow won’t be just another day !!

 

The afflicted day cried to me,

For you are always busy defending the night;

Sahara’s grass spoke of the path you left behind,

A dying blue flower, striving of your smile’s light !!

 

The cold scratches the soft fur of Hijli,

Perhaps a creative spice could have helped?

The city will not wake up to your absence ,

And me? I should rather hide behind your darkness !!

 

 

Let me burn in the coldness of your eyes,

At least I will be alive again,

A charred Christmas fate has left,

My scarred hands can sense your cold,

Take my fate and let me faint ,

For eternity in your coldness,

It will be a New Year !!

 

 

YOU ARE NOT POETRY

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You are not poetry,

For you are the one I write,

Like the diamond which breaks the glass,

In castles far away !!

 

You are not poetry,

For Snow White is a mere fairy tale;

In that cold air, I see you in your lonely veil,

Rejecting the blank spaces of my verse !!

 

You are not poetry,

For then the rose would have blushed;

Somehwere Sahara’s food would be cold,

And Dreamland would fetch a new oven,

My baking gloves would not have been kept aside.

 

You are not poetry,

For fate had different plans;

For a Christmas charred by the frozen fate ,

I wish I could be the poetry for you,

And die with all your sorrows !!

THE MOTHER

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When religion fails to speak the truth,

When mothers’ cries remain unanswered,

Be the God yourself !!

 

The music of orchestra graced the gorgeous fire which lighted up the city of Peshwar. Fire has always been the source of energy since ancient times. It is that vital origin which gives shape to the sun’s corona, a beautiful, majestic yet frightening  creature who happens to sustain a planet called Earth. It is this same fire, which drains the hearts of millions in utmost joy : the joy of letting go of loved ones to a safer place than this planet , to a secured place where the fire of faith delights the lord with the trident , where the fire of love kisses the Messiah , where the fire of universality smiles in pride, having the full cognizance of the existence of THE GOD , who, like various languages , have taken various names which  the people were too smart and perhaps obsessed to understand .

Tahamina kept on staring at this fire with awe as it charred the soft skin of hundreds of children, allaying them with a promise of a secured land, much better than this planet where power has become a synonym of destruction and greed is a virtue which needs to be nurtured.  Tears didn’t drop from her eyes. Rather she was mesmerized by the scarlet hues which pierced through those seared bodies. Continue reading

FOR YOUR RECOVERY , DIDI

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This faraway star can merely gaze,

In helplessness and anxiety;

In a world with roads of silence ;

For your recovery, didi.

 

Lost in a galaxy where air of strangeness prevails,

Perhaps hope is just a new found oasis,

I sail and burn inside,

Hoping for your recovery.

 

If only my poetry could do wonders,

Alas, it is just a mere fantasy;

Words are the wealth I have ,

I would rather be poor just to see you recover!!

 

In anxiety I thrive,

Waiting to see your  ever smiling  face;

Waiting to get scolded and teased ;

Waiting to see a recovered you !!

MY POETRY FOR YOU

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I love like the word who hides the letters,

Breathing a fire which never burns,

But cries !!

 

The letters never say those three words,

Magical they feel but devils they are ,

Like those leeches who hide in water .

 

My poetry will not speak of your eyes,

But would act foolishly to bring your smile,

And then the verses will die away with me.

 

I will try my best to hide a love,

Under the wings of poetry;

The phoenix will break down at your feet.

Throw her away, make her die again,

And she will write poetry for you in pain !!