Our Time ..

When my lid kissed my lid,

You knew that I lied,

Behind your reflection,

You figured that I cried.

You always knew when I was sad,

And you knew what to be said.

And then one day we separated,

Never since then had we ever debated.

When today I cleared my friends’ fight,

With the flow of my thoughts,

I just realized,

It’s you who made me so wise.

You knew how much I was afraid,

Of complications within relations,

But you accepted it beautifully,

And bought me new definitions.

That was the time when I was I,

That was the time when you were mine,

Dropped in the past I still find it so,

In my smiles, and in my lies,

In my best, and in my worst,

In my breath, it’s you who rest.

On the roads we walked together,

Are still so white.

On the nerds we laughed together,

Are still so white.

And it’s your light I just wish to gather,

But it gone to be a long night.

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When I was I, when you were mine,

That was the time, our time.

( And with this, I finish my last note of 2010.

Your comments awaited!!

Happy New Year In Advance) :)

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Mann buddhi se jujhta hu,

Farji baatein poochhta hu,

Idhar udhar ki chuppi mein,

Lekh hazaro likhta hu ..

Karvato pe hasta Hu,

Karvato pe rota hu,

Idhar udhar k sannato mein,

Kuchh saanse bhool sota hu ..

Tu hase toh jalta hu,

Na hase toh darta hu,

Idhar udhar ki baton mein,

Tujhe samet chalta hu ..

Tere didaar ko tarasta hu,

Nazre mile toh bhagta hu,

Idhar udhar k nazaro mein,

Swapn rog se ladta hu ..

Tere saamne khoob banta hu,

Beshak mehfilo mein thithorta hu,

Idhar udhar sab jodo mein,

Main akela kaha jachta hu ..

Jujhta hu, pocchta hu,

Jalta hu, darta hu,

Idhar udhar sab bhool,

Tujhe khud me hi rakhta hu ..

Suicidal

Alas! My tears aren’t dry alone,

Even my smile does carry the same genre.

The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Speaking out load, routinely hang-outs,

Craze for social sites, plea for love bites,

Every scene turning out to be a dried desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a struggling fire.

I toss a coin, it shows me life,

I toss it again until it refers to suicide.

I pen down few last words, and then I realize,

On either side of the coin, it’s you and your voice!

I wish to hear you one last time,

Before anyone could spot the lovely grime,

But it follows,”Damn it! Pick up my call”,

And an untouched leaf is ready to fall.

A dance in rain, funny smile in pain,

Utterance of “nothing”, and mute disdain,

Every scene bringing out a fake desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a timid lair.

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The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Rondu Tidda- Sahil

Never a thought of it was ever raised,

Not even your shadow did I ever chased,

But that’s what we call destiny,

The page once written will surely be faced.

Those who were acquaintance for years,

Became friends in a couple of days.

The hilarious beginning over a chat,

Pushed forward with lots of grace.

May be the beginning goes not-so-old,

And every page seems ready to unfold.

But out of the box of reality we know,

Age doesn’t matter when things are never sold.

Your secret advice that I never realized,

The count of chocolates that I always revised.

Are punched well with all our random plans,

Not forgetting the initials that were once devised.

Never a thought of it was ever raised,

Not even your shadow did I ever chased,

But that’s what we call destiny,

The page once written will surely be faced.

Kab tak ?

Takiye tale kayi haseen sapne bune honge,

Kab tak aansuo se unka tana mota karoge?

Hawae toh har mausam aese hi bahengi,

Kab tak band khidki k shor ko jashn kahoge?

Bheed mein chalte hue dhakke toh lagenge,

Kab tak do gajj k daere mein rahoge?

Dee toh ek hii duniya ek hi zindagi sabko,

Kab tak mitti ki murat ko dosh doge?

Lakeeren toh tazurbe se hi padhti hai,

Kab tak chand rekhao ko kismat samjhoge?

Jitna sochoge, utna kar toh nahii sakoge,

Par jitna karoge, usse jyada hi soch zaroor sakoge!

Khoob hasso! Khoob Khilo! Khoob Jiyo!

We are what our thoughts have made us. So take care of what you think. Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far.

Swami Vivekanand

NITIN: NOT-SO-DIPLOMAT PIECE

The SOIL transported from heaven,

Was technically blended with CONCRETE,

And so was the STRUCTURE molded,

Of this “Not-so-diplomat” piece.

“One” turned 18 and was dropped in MANIT,

Where METALlic polls lightened the CIVILian’s Street.

And when strength to materials was desired indeed,

A smiling face met another smiling piece.

Every Friday waiting for the movie release,

From the cheapest to Samarth’s treat,

On-paper plans and unplanned meets,

And the day you tried first leg-piece.

Combined studies following combined conspiracies,

Visiting IITs under the name of technical trips,

The special message for just two chocolate fantasies,

Crazy Histories lie behind this beautiful period-piece.

I wish to pen-down these three years,

Layer by layer, and piece by piece,

But certainly this never ending Saga,

Cannot be gripped within a poetic piece.

Bhookh ...

Pyaar ki bhookh ne, bikhari sa bana diya,

Meelo chale dhoop me, aunde muh gira diya!

Bhookh k ehsaas ne, toote muh ka dard chhupa diya,

Dukhti nabz sang pet bharo, aesa naya chaska diya!

Sukhi aankhe chup hai, jo pet aansu se bhar liya,

Par inn geele kisso ne, pyaar ki aag ko bujha diya!

Pyaar ki bhookh ne, bikhaari sa bana diya,

Jiss-se puja Rab-sa, usne dutkaar bhaga diya!

Dar-dar tere inetzaar me, din yuhi beeta diya,

Shaam dhali raat mein, toh sapno ne darra diya!

Sannato k khauph me, ek jaam humne saja liya,

Par jaam ki kamini niyat ne, tera chehra ankho me la diya!

Pyaar ki bhookh ne, bikhaari sa bana diya,

Dekha khud ko gor se, toh aaine ne hasa diya!

Ussi hasii k lalachh ne, shayar hume bana diya,

Tabse apne kore panno pe, shyaahi ko sukha diya!

For the sake of love!!

Out of time, and out of words,

You restrict your voice very often.

Out of time, and out of mind,

I utter the unspoken in a rush.

It’s not your fault,

And not even mine,

But of the wish to flow,

With the same flicks of time.

May be one,

Yet we are different souls,

So to keep us together,

time needs to scroll.

And Step-by-step, And day-by-day,

We‘ll realize this fact, in a better way!

Let’s keep on trusting,

And keep on caring,

In the name of love!!

Let’s keep on demanding,

And keep on fulfilling,

For the sake of love!!

When we can’t be together,

And we can’t even separate,

Let’s listen to our hearts,

Ignoring this vague debate.

Voice of heart or noise of silence,

Its all up to us what we choose,

But make it sure, it won’t be you,

It won’t be me, but us, who will lose.

And Step-by-step, And day-by-day,

We’ll realize this fact, In a better way!

Let’s glow with sensations,

And flow with time,

In the name of love!

Let’s admire those memories,

And overlook those quarrels,

For the sake of love!!

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Out of time, and out of words,

You restrict your voice very often.

Out of time, and out of mind,

I utter the unspoken in a rush.

And Step-by-step, And day-by-day,

We’ll realize this fact, In a better way!

♥ Pages of my love story … ♥

July 28 2010

The pages of my love story,

Will remain white forever,

Not just for being juvenile,

But, to admire its virginity forever.

Mausam se kehna, haule badalna,

Aata mujhe bhi, fisalke chalna,

Thoda sa badhna, thoda thithorna,

Tere saath se, bheeg-sawarna!!

Bin gudgudee, thahaake lagana,

Bin ruthe hi, tujhse manvaana,

Bina nashe ke, pyaar jatana,

Tujhse seekha, zindagi jee jaana!!

Sang gudgudee, dil chuu jana,

Sang udhahrann , baatein banana,

Sang hasaye, tanha rulana,

Tujhse seekha, zindagi jee jana!!

Mausam gava hai, asar toh hua hai,

Thithorta tha jo pehle, abb bekhuf chala hai,

Tu hi wajah hai, tu hi dua hai,

Haan maana mujhe bhi, ishq hua hai!!

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The pages of my love story,

Will never turn yellow,

Because I fall in love with you,

Every single day and every single hour.

You and Me (Part 5 )

(Story of 2 lovers; a famous personality and a simple writer; inspired from “Notting Hill” (movie) and a love story close to my heart.)

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You,

The leader whom the world recognize.

And Me,

The words that no one verbalize …

Incipient, it may be,

Yet we are fused.

Gradient, there may lie,

Yet love is induced.

You,

The signature for the prime deal,

Occupied with the game of words.

And Me,

The leaf for the lover’s deal,

Lost for the fame of signature.

The star blushes, and I think of you.

The wind rushes, and I think of you.

Few drops trickle, and I think of you.

Then my mind fickle,

do you think of me too?

You,

The prevailing words,

Spread amongst the unknowns.

And Me,

The jumbled words,

Rest all about me unknown.

My small world falls all around you,

Over my cornea, I always find you,

Seek and spread love, I am bound to,

And since it’s about love,

Why doesn’t it touch you?

You,

The door to the beautiful moist garden.

Will it be ever open just for me?

And Me,

The road to the same jammed door.

Will you ever freely walk over me?

I won’t have the delicious dinner alone,

The candles won’t die tonight alone,

Take out an hour, since I am in love with you,

And may not you utter, but you love me too.

You, the fuel And Me, The tool,

Eventually for the same device,

“A united Heart”, the ultimate fool.

Do trust my silence..

If I say someday,

“I want to be yours”,

Don’t trust me,

I may be feeling lonely that day.

If I say someday,

“I can’t live without you”,

Don’t trust me,

My insecurities speak a lot.

If I say someday,

“You are the most beautiful person”,

Don’t trust me,

Flirting never makes a perfect lover.

If I say someday,

“I want to hold your hand”,

Don’t trust me,

My lust may deceive you.

If I say someday,

“I will fulfill all your desires”,

Don’t trust me,

I don’t have any Genie.

If I say someday,

“Lets the tender leaves unite tonight”,

Don’t trust me,

I have been good with words.

If I say someday,

“I Love You”,

Don’t trust me,

I fall in love so often.

But if someday,

I am left with no words,

Yet eyes speaking aloud,

Do trust my silence..

Prickling ashes demand itching,

Sour eyes demand flushing,

But rather, I prefer cuddling,

May it turn a dream?

Their Eyes on my clogged eyes,

Their Ears ready to hear my cry,

Dry smiles on the highest scale,

to broke me into soul that’s frail.

And then,

Neither Hershey nor Cadbury,

Neither texting nor facebook,

Neither MAXX nor Durex,

Neither rock nor blue,

Can dare to sort out

my futile frustration.

Eyelids spread and reunite with disgust,

As if still sleepy after night-of-lust.

No tea, no coffee will be served on bed,

Not till those images are completely dead.

Varied light follows throughout the day,

And I am in same darkness all through my way.

A hold on the bench of ash and fire,

Assembles me with the same set of liars.

And then,

Neither Antiquity nor Teacher’s,

Neither Paulo Coelho nor Sidney Sheldon,

Neither porn nor jerking off,

Neither Wills nor Winston,

Can dare to sort out

my futile frustration.

You and Me .. ( Part 4)

Ah! Those drops trickled,
And kissed your lips.
Jealousy aroused so human,
Yet insured with bliss.


Ah! The clever thunder,
Dismayed my lover’s lids.
Concern aroused so human,
Bluffing maturely with ids.


You,
The lover for rains; fortuitously drenched.

And Me,
The lover of rains; secretly drenched.
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Amorous glances ready to surrender,
Coinciding touches without blunders.
Seized words and closed eyes,
Everything wet in rains and cries.

You,
The culprit of fuming fires,
The reason behind nascent desires.

And Me,
The culprit of nascent desires,
The reason behind fuming fires.

You and Me .. ( Part 3)

Volatile parenthesis,

Flowing within my anecdotes …

I can’t hold it back,

How so ever I avoid.

Those repetitive quotes,

Are substitute to my voids.

You,

The naughty creature, certainly vivacious.

And Me,

The idiotic lover, certainly credulous.

Dry parenthesis,

Burning with my wet notes …

Publishing those three pious words,

Are genuinely followed by “too”,

Fluctuation in defining relation,

Redefines your pranks’ pattern too.

You,

The appreciator of my real jokes,

And Me,

The comedian molding my life as a joke.

Thoda kamina hota ..

Masoom patta woh,
Kuchh boonde sambhal baitha hai.
Darta na raato se,
Oos ko sametne jagta hai.
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Muskaan saadi si,
Insaan hoon saada saa,
Sab kuchh toh pura hai,
Tu maange ho sab aadha saa.

Kudrat k kaanto ki chubhan,
Dil ne hass k ki sahan.
Fidrat pooche kaese jiyo main,
muskurata mukhota pehan.


Maamuli sahi, ratti bhar hi,
Kuchh pal sahi, uss kal mein hi,
Thoda, yaa thode se jyada ,
Main bhi kamina hota!

Naa darta chhedne se,
Dilo sang khelne se,
Puraana saa kabaad,
Saja ki bechne se.

Lanka naa yuh jalti,
Kismat na yuh hasti,
Agar thoda, aur thoda,
Main bhi kamina hota!

Thodi izzat hi kam hoti,
Sar chadti har pal nayi panoti,
Kya karta jyada batolke,
Jab khaata main akela hi roti?

Soch ghoomake phir wahi layi,
Sachchi se badi na meri kamai,
Khaali bhale mera katora ho,
Par naam k aage kamina na ho!

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Masoom patta woh,
Kuchh boonde haar baitha hai,
Chup hai phir roshni mein,
Andhere mein saaye datolta rehta hai.

You and Me .. ( Part 2)

Please Do read the part 1 of You and Me before going thru this write:

That ruptured ecstasy,
Certain immature fallacies,
Turned nebulous last night …

The premise stepped ahead,
And the epilogue stepped back,
All of a sudden, last night …

You,
Still the stimuli to my devotion.
And Me,
The curtailed current of emotions.

The flow to cadence sustained,
Nexus to anecdotes retained,
So was the beauty of words last night …

The caresses of the breeze,
The glow of besotted moon,
Abridged the volatile distance last night …

You,
the ground for penning each of my writes.
And Me,
the credulous listener for each of your words.
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You, the nature, and Me, the admirer,
Expressing love just through their sight …
“You” made “Me”, and “Me” made” You”,
Complete and lovable last night.