Morning raga

The birds sing a song,
A song with a familiar music,
Music moist with memories,
Memories of unadulterated love,
Love that heeded not shaky knees and white hair,
White hair of my granny glistening near the chulha mitti ka,
Chulha mitti ka where she made sweets sweeter with love,
Love which warmed me up today,
Today as the birds sang the song,
The song with a familiar music.

The goodbye..

Thhodi si lamha aur dedo
Raat ke aakash mein thhodi si syahi aur ghulne do
Zulfo ke andhero mein thhodi si sitare aur lapetne do
Meri haasi ko tumhare saason se thhoda aur mil jaane do.
Unglio ko baadan pe shayeri ke pankhte thhoda aur likhne do
Chale jaana tum,sabko jaana hi to hai
Har ek lamha ko guzarke kal hona hi to hai
Baas thhodi si lamha aur dedo humein
Kya paata kal ke ujale tum tum aur mein mein ho na ho.

Erratic beatings

The mind knows it's wrong it's very wrong,
The heart however simply loves the song.
The mind reminds that it's only sugar coating,
The heart hums that for this it's been waiting.
Can the mind not be blind to the lullabies,
To let the heart drown in the stranger's eyes;
To let reasoning abandon itself once,
For the beats to flutter in the most careless dance?
Maybe it's the mind that finally resigns,
Letting heart do what for it pines.
Consequences will be after all none,
Pain is something that is never gone.
It is lurking at the corner of the sun,
To be shed once the dance is done.

Journey:Memories and memories to be

"Letting yourself loose thus!
You are no more the same person",
She quipped angrily.
"Yes I am no more",
I replied with the hidden hurt.
Long after, faced my heartache
Glanced at each other.
Seconds froze into years.
"You have not changed ",
He remarked.
"I have",
I lied.
Mirage said lovingly,
"You are like my poker game,
I will drop u if u ever stoke a flame".
"Sure",
I replied with a smile.
Comparison taken without any vile.
Looking back and within
The ice seems so thin.
Yet throbbing for the journey.
Pray let it begin.