Those Lights #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 13

Light that glow

Lights that lit

Lights that lay on road

Lights that are low

Lightswhich is life-support

Light that life-holds

Light usually lifts

Lights in limelight

Light of ladylove

Light so luminous

Light always lingers

Picture Courtesy Hardik Photography

Don't touch my things! #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 12

So it was quite some while back

pretty things which I cant share. 

"No one dare touch my things"

Thats all I said

Stay away from the bags & shoes

of my barbie dolls

I love it so much 

If you will play with it

Ouch! it will hurt

Going forth on timeline

Little kids who visit our home

always want a toy of two

the stuff dolls

or Doreamon

My mother sees the look on my face

Sigh! Its so hard to give them away

Loving them with all my heart

and now seeing them in their hands

"Dont touch my things" 

Deep down inside, I say

Now that I have grown age-vise

the mind still remains in that time

the toys sit still on my table

the barbie dolls have been

sleeping inside the wardrobe

Still, sharing things which I love

have been, oh! so difficult

For I get attached to things so much

they have been with me all the way

the first friendship band from second standard

fallen beads of broken necklace

earrings that someone gifted

or just the chocolate wrappers

They are all on the form of some memoirs

The shadows dont leave me

Not of mine, but of things I love

But I want them to stay

Stay for the sake of happy times

or sad ones instead

Picture Courtesy- Hardik Photography

Sound of Silence #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 11

I hear the drums beating

"heading toward nothing", I said, you agreed.

Or the piano playing
a singer singing something
in language I forgot already
Midst all that
I hear a heart crashing
a soul twisting
some noises so abrupt
of abuses maybe
Is it yours? Is it mine?
I don't know

The headphones shrunk my head
Ears pain badly now
listening to voices of people
I have never met
I want yours here
I know it wont come anymore
I hear footsteps leaving
back that wont turn ever
Monotonous tone of someone
Is it yours? Is it mine?
I don't know

Humming your favorite song
isn't helping either
all I hear is silence
underneath the words
we never said
Of phone ringing
of messages sent
never replied
Your silence has made it even worse
I shall leave you
with your favorite song

Silence is all I hear
Is it yours? Is it mine?
Maybe its ours
separately;
longing to meet
but never really will 

aaj toh sunday hai na..

kya hua agar 

pyaar thoda zyada kar liya

kya hua agar

zarurat se tumhe kuch zyada chu lia

aaj toh sunday hai na

dhoodh ki jagah pyaar pilayenge

wo bhi ubaal ubaal kar tumhe chadhayenge

kya hua agar

narazagi  mein shikhayatein ghol di

kya hua agar

yuhi do chaar baatein thodi teekhi boldi

aaj toh sunday hai na

baaton ko mirchi banake jalayenge

fir upar se maafi ki mithas chakhayenge

kya hua agar

sach ke saath thoda jhooth bhi bol dia

kya hua agar

besabar hoke thoda gussa bhi kar dia

aaj toh sunday hai na

sachi jhoothi baatein dono saath parosenge

farak pehechanne ki poori chhot tumhe denge

kya hua agar

aaj khud ko thoda zyada sanwaar lia

kya hua agar

baalo ko do baar dho lia

aaj toh sunday hai na

itminaan se sajke tumhse duur rahenge

bas tumhari aankho mein khatkenge

kya hua agar

tumhare dost ko darwaze se hi bhaga dia

kya hua agar

agli baar khatkhatane par darwaza hi nahi khola

aaj toh sunday hai na

darwaze ko andar se taala lagake

tumhe apne aabroo mein band karenge

kya hua agar

bahut paas tumhare baith liye

kya hua agar

ghoor ghoor ke mann bharte chale gaye

aaj toh sunday hai na

nazro se khoob khel khelenge

ankahi adhoori baatein sabki guftagoo karenge

kya hua agar

mann ke chilmann ne bhagwaan tumhe maan lia

kya hua agar

tumhari chaukhat ko maathe se laga lia

aaj toh sunday hai na

ek din toh mitti ki murat ko bhulane do

mandir ke bhagwan ko chutti dekar aai hu

kya hua agar

nakhre aaj thode zyada kar liya

kya hua agar

tumhara haath thaamke raat ko paidal thoda zyada chal liye

aaj toh sunday tha na

agle sunday tak tumhe bechain karke jayenge

kuch samaan nahi

bas yaadein idhar udhar rakhke jayenge

bataurte rehna

ab agle sunday ka intzaar karte rehna

Engraved, not buried #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 10

PART- 1

Suddenly reminded of you a lot

And suddenly, I catch myself thinking

It's buried too deep now. 

Suddenly I can't stop feeling it

But I'm not feeling it as much

It's buried too deep now. 

And suddenly I catch my face contorting

My eyes leaking

My veins visible

Suddenly I'm not such a grown up anymore

Suddenly I'm back in college

The above is originally written by Anup Bishnoi on his blog Grass on Fire named "Engraved, not buried". I picked it up for inspiration. Here is my reply, or better called - an extension to his words.

PART- 2

The walls are calling me more

The windows long shut, are open again

It's uncovering like lost treasure.

Bleak voices of fun

or the tiny rays of sun

It's all uncovering like lost treasure. 

I can feel those days again

But they are passing me by

I know; not here to stay

I still hold them in tight fists of mine

Leaving here a piece of me

which will wander even when I am gone

Until I say someday; yet again 

Suddenly I'm back in college

This prompt of "A reply poetry" submitted by a very close friend Nimue created a void and filled it itself with brighter colors in form of words. Trying to reply to a poem which is an inspiration, is more or less frightening with the first thought of "justifying" it with proper words, which, yes seems next to impossible. 

But once done, it leaves with a realization of how much Anup Bishnoi inspires me (which is deeper than I thought before writing this). 

I am yet frightened if I have done justice to his words and his feeling of attachment to his college days. Again it gave me some more bliss, cos I do not have fond memories from college but thanks to him I lived a little from his side. And yes, this is a tiny (insignificant actually) piece of dedication to him.

So thank you Anup Bishnoi for the impact you have left on me. More of less, for the amazing person you are. Keep doing it, please.
And it doesn't stop without thanking Nimue, for its because of her I went through a lot of feelings while writing this. I discovered a new part of me.

P.S- Apologies, I know it does not match your level of writing, at all. 

Beauty #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 9

The eyes would tell a different story

of her shyness and of her glory

The smile would get a little curve there

where sun would set and disappear

The heart so red and sometimes black

would make you happy or make you sad

Hand gestures that move back and forth

not giving you idea of what she meant

Silly is her mind and her thoughts

she barely says, she barely shares

Her hair is like windy strong

make you go round and round

Her nature is like flowing water

you'll flow with it and reach no end

Thats the beauty of a woman

describing her is so unfair

I should have written this before the lyrical poem starts but anyways- I had so much fun writing it! and singing it in some kindergarten-poem form.

Thanks to OctPoWriMo! 

Love is.. You #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 8

The gleaming glow on your face

Hands trembling or shivering

You remind me of the summer morning

when we first met

Love is.. You

Like the Yellow Sun

Drops penetrating your skin

deep down soothing your being

I look at you

and the rain

Love is.. You

Drops of comfort hit my face

The leaves fall and grow again

A few parts go, a few stay

You teach me often

of letting go

Love is.. You

teaching me more and more

The winter mornings

arrive late and leave early

your warmth is all I believe in

Hidden with you in the blanket

Love is.. You

Melting often; the chilling snow

This poem is not for a lover rather for the feeling of 'Love'. Not being of 'loved' either, but only 'Love'. For me, 'Love' is 'Love' and when things fall apart, I only say- I Love 'Love'. It doesn't really make things right but it keeps my faith firm on 'Love'.