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No its not writer's block Its something else Just wondering why am I not writing much these days!

Monday, September 29, 2014

Imprint

Last night's burning dream
Left behind its imprint
Some reds some blues
Where you went through
Leaving the skin tingled
And the hair tousled
As in the cloudy eyes
The last night's dream
Was burning through

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Dream-like

Who wants to wake up
from a dream so dear
who wants to sleep
when you are so near
as reality appears dreaming
& dream seems reality
that is the moment
of eternal entirety

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Your way

Sitting in the unwinding streets
tip toeing the hurting stones
scared in the darker alleys
facing all the blinded ends
I moved, crawled, ran
only to seek your way
 

sleep-feelings

There are awakening nights at the end of which you find your skin and eyes glowing
There are sleepful nights which when end leave you with dark circles and headache
Sleep has its own feelings
Only if we could understand.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Drilling

Tipping over the edge of yet unknown
trying to collect ashes of what has gone
the deeper drill down in search of truth
to see the uprising of feelings full-blown


Monday, September 22, 2014

Silent answer

And then some prayers are answered so silently
that you may remain astounded and amazed

Thursday, September 18, 2014

oops

The trouble is nothing ordinary catches my eyes and extra-ordinaries are so-so out of reach!

Treasure

A few images and
Some unrelated words
That's all it had
My postal delivery
But I know it has
Passed through your fingers
Carrying your warmth
Entrapping your fragrance
For what could have been
An ordinary paper
Is now being a treasure.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Twist in story

It wasn't all what it appeared then
It isn't what its meant to be now
There are always just two characters to a story
You and I
Others are supporting roles
Even if it seems like a script's twist
Trust me
The story will still revolve around the two characters
You and I

Monday, September 15, 2014

Move ahead

Sometimes living in the shadow of past and memories may suffocate you
Then comes a moment of making a decision
The decision of letting go,
Leaving all behind,
Moving ahead.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Escape

Some more miles
beyond your allurement
A few roads forward
where your eyes
do not observe
Some more distance
where your shadow
does not follow
A few inches ahead
Where there is no YOU
Captured in the orbit
of your magnetism
Is there a way
to escape?

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Realities..... Just one dance

" how could you judge someone's feelings? How could you ever know whats in their heart? " sila asked

If Sila thought these questions never occured to Mawra, she was wrong. She had been pondering the same.

It was one thimg spending time with somebody being friends and sharing everyday routine. It was another being in love and feeling the tenderness for them.

This was the dilemma of one sided affairs, crushes or un expressed feelings.
It was the ache that everyone in love had to go through. She was not alone.

' I know one thing sila, if I ever see him again and look into his eyes, i will have the answer to all my queries. Eyes are the windows to the soul and I would never miss this chance again"

"What if you dont see what you expect to see in his eyes?" Sila was being so practical, it hurt.

She closed her eyes with a painful expression on her face.

"I will surrender to the truth then. I know he had had many women in his life and i do not  even come close to their charms. Ill accept the defeat, will bid him goodbye forever and then will never expect him to love me back."

" will you get married to shaheer then?"

" ill get married then because thats what my parents want. Shaheer or anyone else , do not make any difference" her lips trembled and her eye lashes were wet at the thought of not being loved.

But realities were hard to admit and hard to confess.





For

I write
not for me
but for the one - in me

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Voice

Sometimes its the silence that hurts your hearing.

Sometimes its the voice that brings you inner peace.

An epic

Stories created or stories formed
the difference between
Make believe and reality
Enroute an unknown way
As Our paths crossed
A new story was born
Though the shortest
Known epic it may be
If ever penned down
I am ascertained
Would be the most
Wonderful of all

Monday, September 8, 2014

loss

Its known too well how depression and mental trauma can effect your life. But sometimes it goes beyond the limits of pain alone. It costs you your life.

I met her today  where I was dealing at the out patinet department. The woman was quite gôod and healthy looking by appearance. In her fifties. She had a breast lump which was apparantly looking bad. On asking she told me she is keeping it for seven years. And on my astonishing response over such a long time she told me how she suffered losses of her husband initially and then her nephew that made her depressed and she never gave attention to her own dis ease.
The lump today had grown into an aggressive tumor.
What she could have survived years ago is now costing her life.
I am sad for her today and all such humans.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Divine Decision

A year has magic
A whole year
its decisive
it changes paths
it drives or drains
it moves or stands

A person dies and we feel the pain, the memories don't remain fresh as they used to be, the pain diminishes too and as one whole year skips, the intensity tones down. Then we remember but not with pain, with smiles and sadness together. Then we remember but oh so occasionally. Then we remember, but so rarely.
So I am waiting for the year to end.

A one whole year spent without your presence.
(But then I am lying here, when was it that your presence wasn't felt?)
without seeing or hearing, without knowing life's little or bigger changes.
And if this year's end brings a change, if I remember but with less pain, if I remember oh so occasionally, if I remember very rarely, and in the end if the intensity mellow down, I will come to know its over.

But there is always another side to the mirror.

If it all stays the same, the feelings, the presence, remembrance and memories, and above all the intensity that was felt initially, if this intensity survives, then the decision will be made.
The decision that some feelings are infinite. Some links are forever. Some intensities never diminish.

And then I will come to tell you all this.

And then I will come to know, this was a divine decision.


Ridiculous

Sometimes life ridicules you.
The behaviour that hints of persistency are most vulnerable
The dreams giving you utmost pleasure are the one susceptible to shatter
The people you love most ardently are the one to sweep you off your balance
Life could not be a bigger joke
But even then
We ridicule ourselves by not believing it all.

I do not ask for more

I do not ask for more
But if just for once
I could have you around
with world banished
and people vanished
except you and except me
when whispers are louder
and smiles are laughter
when night is endless
and dream is shameless
when I breathe to smell
your fragrance on my skin
and the heat I radiate
burn you profusely
and when the world is
nothing but the two of us
In that eternal moment
If I could whisper to you
the secret that I behold
for you alone
I do not ask for more













Saturday, September 6, 2014

Collection

Love to be a collector
I with so many of my assets
As in my gloomy moments
I open the lid and take them out
Smiles, laughter
And galaxies
Tender feelings
And memories
Realities amd imagery


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Longing

At times
its this Longing
that keeps you
moving



Still

The quivering lips
and awaiting eyes
the rumpled hair
and lost smiles
at one moment in time
though the clock moves on
yet the spell stands still