Restless

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Restless thoughts, come and go

Fear of light, bright and yellow

Unmade beds, sunken pillows

Each day my loneliness grows

Summer memories, Winter rain

Wrinkled mirror, wringing pain

Creaky doors, stained windows

Starving nights, devouring shadows

Eternal wait, living endless lives

Stabbing stakes, cutting knives

Salvation was once my only dream

In your hazel eyes, I saw it gleam

Blooming grasses, blueberries ripe,

Glowing sun, a wonderful life

Can it be easier to forget?

Longing for things we can never get

Exiled existence, sheltering curse

Soulless wound, I still nurse

Standing toes, resting heels

No escaping the spinning wheel

One cycle ends, another begins

Crawling skin, the teeth sinks in 

Soon the day ends, darkness shines

Breaking thoughts, crossing lines

Winter

(Illustration by me)

Shrinking heads in shrouds
Leaving aching souls and hearts
Cold-blooded Winter.

Heart Matters

(Illustration by me)

Matters of the heart
Unheeded and unresolved
Leave behind... scars deep

जीवन सार

सुस्त दोपहर
पीपल के छाव में
नर्म धूप सेकना

लहराती, नाचती
किरणों के जाल में
हरी पत्तियां

देख-देख उन्हें
पलकों का मेरे
सपनें बुनना

वह सुबह-शाम
नन्हीं अठखलियों  से
गूंजता आंगन

न होना पता
क्या हैं परेशानियाँ?
चिंता क्या? 

अब इस दौड़ में
है मुश्किल मिलना
फुर्सत ऐसी

है खुशकिस्मती
दो पल जो मिल जाए
चैन भरी

उदास है दिल
कुछ कह गया जैसे
डूबता सूरज

जो बीत गया
है वह भी अपना
फिर खोया क्या?

ज़िन्दगी जैसे
एक कशमकश है
आज और कल की

शाम होते-होते
निकले सभी घर की ओर
और तन्हा मैं

रात होने पर
सपनों से उठकर
हम भी चले

सरल जीवन (Simple Life)

(Shillong; view from my balcony)

एक सरल जीवन -
सच है या एक परछाई?
शायद एक आस है

सिरहाने मेरे

(Illustration by me)

सिरहाने मेरे कुछ ख़्वाब रहा करते हैं
मेरे सो जाने पर मुझसे मिला करते हैं
सुबह उन्हें, कभी भूल जाऊं मैं अगर
कई रातें मुझसे रूठा करते हैं


जानी-पहचानी गलियों से गुज़रना
छूते हुए हाथों को पकड़ना
न होना होश गिरने-संभलने का
बेफिक्र नन्हे क़दमों से यूं चलना


कई बेजान लम्हों का मिलना दोबारा
भरे हुए ज़ख्मों का छिलना दोबारा
थी चाह फिर जीने की पर मुमकिन नहीं
सूखे हुए फूलों का खिलना दोबारा


ज़िन्दगी की हलचल में तन्हाई भी शोर हें
ख़्वाबों के रास्ते ले चलते कही और हैं
माना की निगाहों में मंज़िलो का पता हें
पर किस्मत के आगे हर कोई कमज़ोर हें


सिरहाने मेरे कुछ ख़्वाब रहा करते हैं
मेरे सो जाने पर मुझसे मिला करते हैं
शायद ये ख़्वाब मेरे मुझसे कुछ कहते हैं
मेरे सिरहाने इसलिए वो रहते हैं


(thanks to all for their help)

No Regrets

(My room in Shillong)

Lucid afternoon

Thoughts deep and blue
dark and true

Love never regrets

Ecstasy!

(Image Courtesy: indianblogworld)

To live just to find
Such happiness, that to die
No regret at all

Remember

Image Courtesy: wallpapersland.net

I still breathe and live
As long as you remember
I shall always be

Adaptation

Image Courtesy: foraseason.blogspot.com

We get used to things
No matter how hard they seem
We get by somehow

One Life To...

Do something in life
Doesn't matter what it is
Don't let life pass by

The candle burns once
Life will soon flicker to death
Light your heart and mind

All things wilt away
No garden blooms forever
But some scents remain

Musing Life!

(Street Art by Phlegm; courtesy: mymodernmet)

A keen eye and mind
All you need to get inspired
There's no muse like Life.

Musical Nights

(Moonstruck Pierrot by John Aardema)

The Notes of my Nights

Once Lived in your Melodies

Come Sing them Again

Broken

(Pic taken by me; Shillong)

Lonely footsteps
I leave behind
dragging my feet
inch by inch

Where once Hope
lived abundant
the heart now lies
broken

Hopeless me
under the
moonless sky

Summer Love

(Illustration by me)

Sweaty afternoon

Humid thoughts and sultry eyes

Summer Love begins

Lost Dreams

(Illustration by me)

Pillow soaks my thoughts
Mapping the way for the dreams
Long lost in my head

My Shadow, My Light

(Image courtesy: http://www.thesecondageblog.com)

There’s no one in here; it’s hard to believe
I can sense your shadow hanging over me
First my guilt gave you a second life to live
Then my fear saw you standing over me

I got used to you telling me things I knew
Even things I knew but never could see
Your frightening moments became so few
I wished for you and you I would see

You were the silent conversations I had
You were my one and only true company
The soothing voice in me when I was sad
The visionary and keeper of my destiny

Once just a creation of my soul in darkness
You’ve shone my life with enough brightness

Conversations In The Night

(image courtesy: popartmachine)

Sleepless yet again
Those late night conversations
Come back to haunt me

The Lives We Live

A Painting by Jim Dandy

Calm and quiet on the surface

A storm brewing within

A picture of perfect beauty

Something lurking beneath

The many faces of the truth

And the hidden lies

The pride of blood relations

Shame of secret ties

Familiarity with the popular

Ignorance of the familiar

Following the great leaders

But setting no example

Chasing childhood dreams

Growing up realities

The joy in everything

The fading enthusiasm

Lonely hearts, lonely prayers

Hoping for life’s miracles

Always an underlying struggle

The story of the lives we live

More Than An Idea

I'm more than an idea of me..

I'm a possibility you could have chanced upon..

I'm a dream you woke up from

and waiting to fall asleep to dream again..

I'm your 'could-have-been'

and 'should-not-have-been'..

I'm a wish you still hold onto..

yet letting go with each moment..

I'm what you feel and think..

yet I'm more than your idea of me..