2011: Your pieces, my words.

If I say you were just another year,

I know you will feel bad,

and probably I haven't turned that bad,

to draft your adieu sad.

Of all emotions we shared,

I remember a few that dared,

to challenge the resistance to change,

to face my own thinking range.

Professionalism I was taught,

In diplomats I was caught,

Of emotions, I felt a drought,

To overcome it, I drank a lot.

You gave me job: one, two and three,

you made two love birds set free,

you witnessed me leaving my city to start a new,

finally you brought in amazing people, and not just few.

You enlightened me with not just words,

You gave my life The best foreword.

I lived a decade in a single year,

jotting my life with joys and tears.

"When the End is Inevitable, Celebrate it."

Wishing you and your family a great New year Eve, and the days ahead. J

THE PITCH(ERR) OF LIFE

It's not just the Hanging garden, but a hanging land,
over the threaten sea, under a wet band,
No one knows where it will lead,
even no one knows what it will feed.

Victims, gossips, fears and scars,
devoid of emotion, truths or dares,
noises behind, loud and discrete,
Holding hand, to help or then cheat.

The flower they planted are all so dead,
as the water entered the wrong bed,
whom to be blamed for this unfruitful soil,
May it be ruined, but I can't forget the toil.

To restart all over again is no good strategy,
As all we know, it will end up with another elegy,
from the one who wrote about the pitch of life,
but audience cares of no land, but strives.

Book another land, and be another man,
immoral it sound, but nothing is banned,
of no choices, one has to choose one,
demise they call when you opt none.

The face and the base, all for chase,
the puppets so welcome the misty race,
where droplets, smoke, fines are all around,
High bass and heartbeats are the only sounds.

Takers to makers, all gathers around,
Lovers and love bites, lost and found,
Glories with glare, and glare of glories,
Inevitable and unfortunate, yet twin theories.

To apprehend the true meaning is by no strategy,
As all we know, it will end up with another elegy,
from the one who wrote about the pitch of life,
but audience cares of no land, but strives.

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To err is human talks of wasted strategies,
As all you know, it sounds like another elegy,
but who wrote about the pitch of life,
is sitting along to audience to enjoy each strive.

Pehli Baar Toh Nahi ..

Kaha kuchh roz pehle FB profile hatane ka socha tha,

par abb betuke waqt usse tatoolta rehta hu..

Kaha neend se toh jaese gehra naata tha,

par abb raato mein tukdo mein soota hu ..

Kaha Shayar apni shayari bhoole baitha tha,

Abb toh Excel sheet se bhi shayari nikaalta hu ..

Pehli baar toh nahi hai yeh,

par ishq ne phir chhua hai jaese ..

Kuchh saal pehle jo naasamjhi mein kiya karte the,

usse dohrane kaa ek naaya matlab de raha hu ..

Mobile ki har vibration teri jhalak saamne laati hai,

par abhi toh number exchange karne k intzaar mein hu ..

Kaha khud ki pics se obsessed rehta tha,

par abb teri pics ko background score sang nihaarta hu ..

Pehli baar toh nahi hai yeh,

par ishq ki gali mein phir kadan pada hai jaese!

Bachpane ki aad mein ..

CCD, Pizza Hut k laayak toh hai hi hum,

par harkote mein aaj mein aakhri tokde ko ladte hai ..

Kitna bhi gannd dekh le raaton mein,

phir bhi Tom n Jerry pe marte hai ..

Gone with the Wind toh apne mein hai hi khaas,

phir bhi Tintin and Asterisk ko padhte hai ..

Bachpan toh gaya,

par bachpane ki aad mein,

halki masumiyat pe palte hai ..

Sehna toh din-b-din badhta jaa raha hai,

abb chocolate sang, Antiquity pe bhi chalte hai ..

Office mein khoob binbulai hasi ko rokte hai,

phir bhi thahaake akele mein hi nikalte hai ..

Itne bhi Nadaan nahi hai hum par,

sab samjhke bhi samjhaane waalo ko taraste hai ..

Bachpan toh gaya,

par bachpane ki aad mein,

abb badhappan se guftgu karte hai ..

Everything is Fine!

Over rated scars to tinge of joys,
broken hearts to yet preserved toys,
day to day, and time to time,
It feels like everything is fine.

At home we shout for freedom,
and Singles with thoughts of boredom,
While nomads are still so homesick,
and couples are turning out of tricks.

Portion of oceans to lands of sand.
with no lock, no chord, none of the band,
to hold serenity throughout the life,
to dismay the inbuilt obscure strife.

With no range they travel so far,
desires we call, but liars we are,
it's merely adjustments we ask for,
and feels glad when they knock our door.

The door that welcome unwanted guests,
at times dies of holding lonely nests,
as the things we actually planned for us,
doesn't interest us of being auspicious.

Fuzzy relations to busy routines,
converging demands to diverging schemes,
day to day, and time to time,
It feels like everything is fine.

(National Poetry Day Special, 15 Oct 2011)

An open Love Letter

(Written at New Delhi station waitin room last night)

Though you never shown your love for me,

But it was indeed there.

And it went up with every passing day month and year.

Though I never realized; and even made you feel

Awkward while mentioning about you to others,

And finally one day I left you.

Though being together wasn’t even an available option,

But still it made me feel bad,

Yaa, probably not that bad.

You made me, my memories, all good and bad.

I was in you, may be happy or sad.

I laughed out loud with you, and yes, cried loud in you.

Then one day, that goes not so long back,

I left you, to start a new.

And today when I step to visit you again,

You are still the same to welcome me.

Which gives me the reason to spend my whole life,

With you and in you.

Though the time isn’t favoring this time,

But, you know my dear city,

Even the day isn’t that far. ;)

Bliss

Bliss it was to know you forgetting every known tricks,

bliss it was to know me, like you do, fearing no risk.

Bliss it was to play with your ears like no-one ever caressed,

bliss it was to tangle your hair like no-one ever dared.

Bliss it was to paint you on this large canvas,

bliss it was to gaze it for hours though shy i was.

Bliss it was to adore the mirror holding you,

bliss it was to feel that it made me jealous too.

Bliss is was when for the first time you voiced 'love you',

bliss it was when at times my silence was coupled by 'love you too'.

Of all bliss, known or unknown, I invites the sleepless nights to find the best,

and then I wake up to avoid injustice with the rest.

The denial

I am not ready to accept,

That I had lost you,

On the other side of story,

You are lost somewhere too.

My friends ask me to move on,

And try things that are new,

But whatever I get into,

It’s so much allied to you.

I work on my novel,

I wrote two more songs too,

I watch, I listen, and I sleep,

But nothing separates me from you.

I text throughout the day,

I hang out with my friends,

I gossip, I eat, and I play,

But the drilling of voids never end.

In the midst of your denial,

I am still holding you.

May be I pretend to move,

My stubborn heart is in love with you.

I know I am just twenty,

Life will feed me with more lovers,

But first love has its own craze,

For which I am ready to suffer.

So come back to me,

Forgetting your fake denial,

Let’s start a new story,

Push rest all into thirsty fire.

You take your own time,

I will take my own,

But make sure when we meet,

Time blend of its own.

My collar bones use to hurt you,

But now my shoulders are too stiff,

You can caress on these strong ones,

And sing our favorite lyrics.

I will be holding you even this time,

But now you will be free to move,

I changed my soul for you,

Can’t you decline your denial too..?

The Unseen Loss (Short Film)

This is my attempt in Film Making. Do watch this film and share your comments.

The Unseen Loss

Its All Natural ..

The winds, the rains, the sunny days are natural,

The fragrance of flowers, the smell of ours is natural.

Falling in love and broken hearts are natural.

Many people travel on the same boat,

The water on which it floats is natural.

It seems mostly your crush is looking at you,

Illusions instill even if your feelings are true.

The winds favor it, the rains favor it,

And even the sunny days do so.

You fall in love, and yes you believe in love.

You date each other, probably wait for each other.

You surrender yourself, commit blunders as well.

The places you both have been together once

Are most beautiful of their kind,

But the day you both broke up,

Every such place makes you a victim of uneasiness,

May it be a windy or rainy or sunny day.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

Certain grudges occupy our time,

We are not, yet we say, “I am fine”.

What-so-ever be the season,

They knock us holding strong reason,

And your blank face seems unread,

Things fade out if not been dead.

Every natural cycle plays their role,

Seems dubious yet without any loop hole.

Leaving behind the past within sealed pages,

Few not-so-red roses, an empty cup of coffee,

A sweet giggle behind the broken crockery.

And we wish to start again with fresh pages,

Which look alike,

Without any broken circle of coffee,

Without any fragrance of roses.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

We move on, or pretend we have moved on,

We turn ourselves busy, or act very lazy,

To avoid any thought of loneliness,

And fill such voids with craziness.

Naturally nature knows what to be done,

You tried your best, now its time’s turn.

Now sms packs are just for friends,

Romantic ringtones are out of trend,

Even parties go on without excuses,

Although our heart do not easily fuses.

Chaos made a settlement with busy routine,

We realize there’s nothing wrong in being little mean.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

Every human carry a heart with four chambers,

Which secretly desires someone to pamper,

But the mind halts these desires on the way,

May it be a windy or rainy or sunny day.

We are the products so natural,

Our reactions need to be natural.

Plethora of emotions still shrewdly reside,

Sometimes we share, and mostly we hide.

They make us jealous, they make us cry,

They flow with anger, and stop at eyes.

They instantly push us to laugh out loud,

They bear the will to make us feel proud.

They play wisely with heart and mind,

They make us cruel, they make us kind.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

Sometimes we wish to know us more,

And we find numerous things to adore,

Which we skipped while running behind others,

But now the bird will sing for its new feathers.

The melodious songs to the new beginning,

Holding hopes for the new inning,

Still a huge part of sky is left for exploration,

Let’s start again with bursting devotion.

Who knows when you will fall in again,

And that’s the beauty of this natural game.

The winds, the rains, the sunny days are natural,

The fragrance of flowers, the smell of ours is natural.

Falling in love and broken hearts are natural.

Many people travel on the same boat,

The water on which it floats is natural.

It happens to you,

It happens to me, it’s all natural.

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Who knows when you will fall in again,

And that’s the beauty of this natural game.

A Saturday Night

A blind shudder,

Following the golden drops,

Forced the transparent ones,

To leave me,

As pearls do,

But without any expectation...

A soothing lie,

Over the fling so true,

Words below the running glue,

To get back you,

As the shell wished,

But without any restriction...

A Saturday night,

Before the guitarist’s pride,

Holding chaos so live,

To feel you,

As art desires,

But without any iteration...

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Yeh Zindagi..

Zindagi tu hi bata tujhse kya kaam lu,

Tu badi shaatir hai bas yahi jaan lu,

Kabhi toh deti hai khote sikke bhi sajake,

Kabhi deti hai sunhare sikkhe dabake.

Kabhi khushi mein maut ka ehsaas deti hai,

Aur kabhi tanhaai mein lambi raat deti hai,

Kabhi ishq mohabbat k vichaar bharti hai,

Chhot dil pe de, dimaag pe malhum malti hai.

Yeh zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek kadam chalo iski aur,

Yeh dhhodne ko taiyaar hai!!

Koi kissi k bin marta nahi,

Par khone ka ghum toh khalta hai,

Ek tez dhor mein sab chhodna chahe,

Par zindagi se ulajh hi padhte hai.

Din k thahake aur raat k sannate,

Kuchh kahi aur kuchh ankahii baatein,

Har karwat pe tasveer palat ti hai,

Yeh kahani zindagi ki yuhi badhti hai.

Yeh zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek baar isse chuke dekho,

Yeh machalne ko taiyaar hai!!

Bandar c uchhle yaha se waha,

Kab ki hatheli saaf pata na pada,

Aesa tamashe zindagi dikhati hai,

Ki noch bhi de par hassi hi aati hai.

Aasuo ko chupana bahkhoob sikhati hai,

Badadappn k naam pe ehsaas chupwati hai,

Chidiya ghar k aakarshan c zindagi,

Bheegi billi k bhi nakhuun chhilwaati hai.

Yeh Zindagi kya sawaal hai,

Ek chalta phirta bawaal hai,

Ek hisse mein ittr khole,

Har kona mehkaane ko taiyaar hai!!