Wednesday, July 28, 2010

♥ 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.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

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..

Sunday, July 4, 2010


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.

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