For years I have waited
for a flinch from her side,
Did i know,even in my vivid dream,
She was taking me for a ride?

Moving Along the Seasons

Seeking that same,everlasting peace
I Dawdle while my eyes say cheese
I see clouds and their shadows
I wander along my sinful meadows

I know the rain can never be same again
For memories have faded and become lame
I know the clouds can never growl again
For mountains are sinuous with devious mean

And winter,you want to talk about it?
Simply shivering,is the logic one talks about it.
Is it the season of a prolonged endeavor?
Nah,says the urchin with a smile too rare.

I want to go gossip about summer
And I hear chaos about it being warmer
I wonder and ask if that is all we can say
People wet and sweat,smile to offer nay

I wait for spring to see some leaves
Hopes are shed and so are leaves
I look around and crave for some hope
Year is ending,says the skeptic mope

Seasons are cylic and so is your life
Merrier are people who like being stoich
But then we wait for seasons and change
Alas!our mind is agile and heart is strange 

है था पुकारा छल को फिर
जब लुट रहा संसार था
ना थम सकी वो रात फिर
ना थम सका वो कारवां 

थे सब्र और संयम जुदा
और मिट रहे इंसान थे
क्या हश्र था इंसानियत का
जब रो रहे शैतान थे

थे मृत भी और कायर भी थे
जो वीरता से थे अपरिचित
शौर्य की तो क्या कहो
वो पुरुषत्व के गुण से थे वंचित

पर थे कहाँ वो,आँचल में क्या
आँचल में जीना क्या पाप था
देखा धरा ने एक आह से
अविनाशियों का अकाल था

पर थे अभी आँचल में भी
कुछ अंकुरित,नव पल्लवित
शौर्यता थी,वीरता थी
और शक्ति थी कुछ उल्लवित

फिर धरा ने देखा पलटकर
है कौन जो फिर उठ पड़ा
वो तो वही था,एक आदमी था
था फख्र से जो,फिर उठ खड़ा

दिल

है खुशगवार 
आज दिल फिर
उम्मीदों का पंछी, 
जो उड़ फिर पडा है


है तैयार
आज दिल फिर
नभ में वो तारा
दमक जो पडा है

बना है परिंदा,
तु दिल आज फिर से
समा बाँधने को,
फ़िज़ा साधने को

दुआ देता रब को
कि इंसा बनाया
मोहब्बत की कलमों में
मुझको सजाया

है टूटा था दिल भी,
और फिर थम गया था
बहकते बहकते
ये फिर लुट गया था

भला हो खुदा या
उस बावले का
हमें दिल थमा के,
जो मिट खुद गया था

A Friend's Request!!

It had been a long time

Since I had been away from rhyme

And suddenly she appeared again 

She talked and repented,to lessen the pain

I still remember that first day

When ice-breaking session had a say

She was next to me,chirping and fonding

And I was too shy to gel in that that bonding

I continued to tease the one she loved

And he was a gay was a fact too tucked

Somehow miracle happened without any churr

When I saw myself,sitting next to her

My shyness was a facade not many knew

Untill she was in my company with persons too few

But that time flew away like a newborn nightingale

Not before I accompanied her in that feverish tingle

And then somehow we realized her behaviour became way dull

Friends knew the reason but agreed on the word "Whimsical"

I was able to hide my anguish because of my ripeness

And others loathed her for she was a bit more than greenness

But her heart was pious and she had some worries

I shed vengeance when her texts poured on sorries

She was a bit childish,sheltering the rawness of pragmatism

Still she knew and understood the significance of realism

And then the day came when we had to move away

We missed our friends and saw our emotions do a sway

At times in our life,we meet people for a time too short

The memories,the moments with them however,get form of a mort

-Scribed during the holy moments of solitude....

What makes thou nay this..Forte of the heart can be broken
Spell O' mortal being..as words said like this,prove to be EITAN

What happens after Love..

When love is evanescent,
Being craves for it
When it becomes everlasting,
One of them digs a grave for it
He genuflects,venerates and yearns
... for his desires to be fullfilled
Alas!Seldom does he know
his heart will be minced
And wants will be killed.