Mirakee
Hey you,
The non-superficial you,
The 90s ke gaane sunne wale you,
The one with those cute lil eyes,
The one with the cute awaaz you,
Hey you!
Riding on that bike with the drink in the sight,
With the cigarette in the hand, the staring eyes on the right,
Did you know you sing and the world stops to notice your light?
Did you know meeting you was a delight?
Hey you,
The lovely person you,
Your stories and the wind that blew!
I wrote this poem to let you know,
You're worth this and so much more!
Your love your songs you at your core,
Hey you,
Darling you are what is pure!
©rachana_prabhat
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तुम्हारे अक्स में मेरा जीवन,
तुम्हारी यादों में वो सपने,
तुम्हारे इश्क में मेरी वो हसी,
तुम्हारे हाथों में मेरा दिल,
तोड़ कर चले जाओ,
जोड़ कर चले जाओ।
©rachana_prabhat -
ये दिल और दिमाग के बीच की रज़्म,
मुड़ के देखो कि हम फिर एक बार जीत जाएं।
©rachana_prabhat -
And as we enter the last month of the year, lemme just tell you i know you.
I know you when I look in your eyes,
When our fingers intertwine.
I know the waves calm you down,
When you're in the mountains there is no frown.
I know that blue is your favourite colour,
But there's still so much to discover.
I know how much there is a lot to talk,
We can do that on our next walk.
I know that words you're not good at,
But life is no fiction and so much fact.
Let's talk our stories and our secrets and demons,
Let's love as we learn our reasons.
I know that you feel it too,
When there's not much we had to do.
But darling let's confess as we enter the last month of the year,
There would be no clouds, all the fog will clear.
©rachana_prabhat -
Love me to the end of times,
For each staggered word and each rhyme.
Love me to see me smile,
For every tear I cry, for walking each mile.
Love me as I fall everytime your fingers touch,
For each time our eyes meet the sky falls as such.
Love me for my demons and my angelic side,
For today with no words said, I promise to take you on this crazy ride.
Love me as I love you, with no compromise,
For each sunset with you there is a whole other sunrise.
Love me to the end of times,
For each staggered word and each rhyme,
For each promise that we make,
Darling, I'll be yours and you'll be mine.
©rachana_prabhat -
मेरी नज़रों के सिरहाने, ऐ इफ्रित, मेरे ख्वाबों को छोड़ देना,
पिया मिलेंगे इस आस में आज रूह ने तुम्हारी याद दिलाई है।
©rachana_prabhat -
rachana_prabhat
10w
रोशन कर वो जहां की अंधेरों में रास्ते अनजान मालूम पड़ते हैं।
©rachana_prabhat -
Collection of My Ruins
The pretty face the brown eyes,
The white skin, with no lies.
If only this was my truth, none would prevail.
If only the brown would come with no ruth, there would be no veil.
No eyes would snatch the innocence away, the words couldn't pierce the heart,
The lust that would never came this way, but oh so much love and no hurt.
Maybe then you'd love me for me cause now it's just the colour you see,
Maybe then you'd with me agree, but now the life comes with no guarantee.
Maybe then I'd be visible to the ones who threw me around, maybe then you'd hold me hand till dawn
Maybe then the night would end, maybe then the fight would be gone.
They say to love what you have, to accept and be perfect.
But how could I be what I could when there's so much to change, so much defect.
That's all I've known to be, the collection of my ruins,
That's all you made me to be, a song with no rhymes.
But if only things were different, I'd be known for all that I am,
If only the brown would go away, there would be life long exam!
If only there was the pretty face the brown eyes,
The white skin,
There would be no lies.
©rachana_prabhat -
भीड़ में अकेले रह जाते हैं कभी,
खुद को संभाल तो खुद से घबरा जाते हैं कभी।
यूं जश्नों जहां की दुनिया में रंगों के करीब,
सफेद चूनर ओढ़ खुद में कुछ दाग दिख जाते हैं कभी।
शोर में झूमती नाचती ज़िन्दगी के फकीर,
एकांत में खुद को पा जाते हैं कभी।
अश्कों पर वो कल के सपने लिए,
आंखों को साजिशों के बीच से छीन लाते हैं कभी।
हाथ छोड़ आगे बढ़ गए सब ना जाने कब,
हाथों में लकीरों से नसीब चुरा लाते हैं कभी।
खुद को संभाल तो खुद से घबरा जाते हैं कभी।
©rachana_prabhat -
मेरे अश्क मेरे नज़्म मेरे नग्मात,
मेरे करीब आ, जख्मी कर गया मेरे जज़्बात।
©rachana_prabhat
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It was midnight,
time to celebrate,
Birthday time it was,
On her favourite date,
She looked to her phone,
Waiting for calls from friends,
But it didn't ring for once,
Her excitement was dead,
She went to sleep thinking nobody remembers,
Her heart sank feeling gloomy,
Morning was here,
Someone might come she thought,
She waited and waited and ate the chips she has bought,
'how forgetful they all can be',
She thought to herself,
'let me go out on my own, can spend quality time with myself',
She missed being with family and locked the door and went,
One's greatest moments are spend caring for oneself,
But evening came, she got blue,
She thought why would everyone make my birthday so dull,
Returned to home, she opened the door,
It was all dark inside, she felt something on the floor,
She screamed, 'Aaaaaaaa',
As loudly as she could,
'Surprise', they screamed, and light came through,
It was everyone whom she wanted to spend her birthday with,
She was so happy, that her blues were just a myth,
She had the day of her dreams, she was as happy as a baby,
This is the story of a birthday spent well.
©the_little_ladys_diary -
_gypsy_writes
35w
It was in the month of March,
Earth came to a stand still,
Go home, don't roam on the roads,
There's a new disease without a pill,
The fear was same in everyone,
Be it a person poor or rich,
Corona put on this world the very best trick,
Wash your hands, don't touch anybody,
Was told to one and all,
Beware, beware, O fellow citizens,
To your demise, don't befall,
Tensed, perplexed, fearful,
All hurried to their homes,
While some were successful to reach,
Some were stranded amidst this storm,
Nobody knew what should be done,
Everyone stayed and prayed,
Some people got out on the roads
To provide to the lost a helping hand,
As much it made us all distant,
The disease brought us closer than ever,
For then we knew we all are connected,
In one way or another,
The earth healed itself and birds started to sing again,
It seemed the mother was punishing us, for putting her through all the pain,
It was a lesson in how we live, and what things we could change,
To live better, to live together,
With all of the Earth's children,
...
©vanyabharadwaj -
_gypsy_writes
161w
Places
Some places have a connection to your soul. A connection which relaxes you, soothes you, calms your nerves. Places that give your troubled mind home that it always yearns for. Places that have your roots planted deep, down and strong. Places where each breath you take revitalizes you. Places where the skies are reassuring and where the winds help you in your flight. Places that rebirth your imagination, that rewires your entangled brain and reignited the diminishing fire of your soul. Places where you can get a good night's sleep without a worry. Places where you can laugh without fear of judgement. Places that hold all of your secrets, stories, history, your beginnings. Places that you can always call your own. Places that you can call home.', staring at the night sky, she thought this to herself. She never knew a place can affect her so much, but to her surprise, it did.
©vanyabharadwaj -
_gypsy_writes
166w
ये फितूर ही तो है मेरा
की चांदनी में भी तेरा अक्स ढूँढती हूँ
ये दीवानापन ही तो है मेरा
की चाँद को ही महबूब समझ बैठी हूँ
©vanyabharadwaj
