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In jheel si gehri aankhoon main

In jheel si gehri aankhoon main ik sham kahin aabad to ho

is jheel kinaray pal do pal
ik khawab ka neela phool khilay
wo phol baha dain lehroon main
ik rooz kabhi hum sham dhalay
is phol k behtay rangoon main
jis waqt larazta chand chalay
us waqt kahin un aankhoon main is basray pal ki yaad to ho

In jheel si gehri aankhoon main ik sham kahin aabad to ho

phir chahay omer samander ki
her maoj parayshan ho jaye
phir chahay aankh darechay say
her khawab gurayzaan ho jaye
phir chahay phool k chehray ka
her dard nomayan ho jaye
is jheel kinaray pal do pal wo roop nagar eejad to ho
din raat k is aaeynay say wo aks kabhi aazad to ho
In jheel si gehri aankhoon main ik sham kahin aabad to ho

Maybe I m not fine

No one is mine
May be Im not fine,

No one cares 4 me
No one has tears 4 me,

No one belives me
Everyone says leave me,

If I ever cry
No one wil even ask why?

and If I ever die
No one will cry,

No one says take care
Everyone says I dont care,

When I need someone 4 myself
I find no one 4help,

I dont know why?
Maybe talking to me they feel shy..!!

No one is mine
Maybe I m not fine. .. :-|

All I want is to be with you

YouRe So Far Way
Yet You Are Here
I CanT See Your Face
But I Can Feel You Near

I CanT Touch You
But I Hold You Close
No Matter Where You Are
YouRe In My Heart
Wherever I Go

Hopefully The Miles Between Us
Will Disappear Soon
Because All I Want
Is To Be With You

Fallen Angel

I have fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
I am the angel of sadness,
Angel of lost hopes,
Angel of lost dreams,
I am the fallen angel,
Fear me not,
I am here for reason,
That reason is to have a second chance in life,
That life I was given for a reason,
They took my wings,
They took me apart made me human,
I was the fallen angel,
But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given,
This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before,
This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her,
This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven.

He, making his own cast

He, making his own cast. You knew it.
Unique mystique of transparency.
You could not touch him.

Walking ahead of the sun,
long shadow, sweating it out,
pungent odor.

Innocence hung from desiccated tongue,
he preserved original speech
before falling prey to polymorphism.

Certain amount of tears, some sadness
make life sweet for a while.
Phrases are not hurting now.

 

COLLECTIVE GUILT

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
on shoulders.

Capricious time moves inwardly,
Strikes at the chest.
I set free the love-birds.

Conflict of trees tramples the grass
All summer the smell of dry winds
was scorching tear drops.
Every word was crying.

Dark in my city
I am wandering alone in alleys
of hostile homes.
The collective guilt of the flesh
blazes the mind.

 

DEATH AND DUST

Looking beyond the window
I always wanted to shut my eyes.
No sky could hold my head.
I did’t want to see the innocent smiles
vanishing from the moulded faith.

The smell of burning leaves waftes through
the catacomb of dead thoughts.
The time does not spare any overflow of poetry.
Life extracts its price of tomorrow.

Nothing will change. People will laugh,
weep and mourn. A candle for those
who jumped from minaret of silence. A
bonquet for them who died on waves.

I will hide the kernel under the mud
by stealth. One day amongst the
spikes a pink spirit will rise. A double landmark
for death and dust.

 

TEARS WERE NEVER SWEET

It drips –
my ocean.
One dropp at a time
from the eyes of a grey stone.
Flows the anguish
in a cave.

A fallen grace from sky,
flickering like an earthen lamp.

Do not go
heart broken into crowd.
Tears were never sweet.