// Par tere aage kuch bhi nahi, sab khaak barabar, mai kho jayungi tujh mein,mujhse baat kra kar //
Touched his soul For the infinite times When i just felt if he could stay for that last minute If he could just add one more smile, One more kiss, One more heart at the end of "good night" My soul just went diffusing Into the aroma of his red juice (blood) And i was standing still Feeling him around and everything gets /faded/ His core was full of word play And the sweet smell of his neck presented the perfect metaphor to my poetry He and his love for me is the real treasure of my best poetic mansion!
Kis bat ki hai ye dil mai khat pat abhi to chod de ae dukh kab tak dega tu mere darwaje pe dastak. Tu chahe to ek var mai tod de, par fir maaf kr tu mujhe chod de. Jitna tune mujhe hai rulaya, utna to kisi ka dil nhi dukhaya.
Har sikke ke do hai pehlu to kab aayega dusra, Akhir kab tak rahunga uljha uljha, kabhi to galti se mujhe bhul ja. Khushiya kharidini hai tu kimat bta de, Kismat mai nhi to mujhe bula le. Man mai hai to ek bar khul ke rula de, par fir maaf kar tu mujh chod de chahe to pura ek var mai tod de.
Jab waqt badla, to tu tha aaya. Insan badal gya tu ab to chl ja. Ya to ye waqat thehar jaye, to tasalli se tujh se uljh lu. Kuch to samay de de, Thujhe thoda to najar-andaj kar lu.
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, as she narrated her tale to the audience:
//And today, I am ready to fill the voids betwixt the stars shining with my rhymes brimming with euphoria. The cosmos, which I would paint around the mystical conundrums would offer smiles to unfurl the answers buried with them. I would sketch a paradise for us, where we shall live till eternity. Recalling the days when I made you a part of me, and now, you never feel like someone else. We are one, and will be forever. Pain would just be a myth, as we read about it in those storybooks.
The gloom would dwindle along with the stars at dawn. And along with the sun, would be there a moppet holding our fingers. Cradling it in our arms, we would name it 'Hope'. And as the fireflies drape us along their twinkling entity, the singing birds would embrace us with their mellifluous songs of solace. The sun would be warm against our skin, but the zephyr carrying sonnets of love would make 'hope' giggle. And, you and me would just smile along the way. The soft drizzle of metaphors would drench you with love. And you would look more and more beautiful with every drop you absorbed within.
On the way, we would find an orchard bearing plums of gratitude. I took one secretly, and could whisper the only thing my heart echoed, "Thank you." Your eyes could reflect every light of love. And we went on, hand in hand, furbishing the voids of my loneliness and etching a smile on their faces.... With 'hope' in my life, I started carving you down in papers but more in my heart. I could feel my future smiling, watching us together, holding 'Hope' in our hands.
People fear darkness in their lives, but then, how will your stars shimmer in the day?//
The caressing dew, The morning light, Friends though few, Sorrowful night, The smile, the tears, The senses of fear, I'm grateful, O' lord, For the cherry and the pear, But for, I'm not, The loss of words ,ever when I thought, "Is there a word to tell them sometimes, That Mom and Dad, I'm grateful for you, for my lifetime !"