Whispers of Heart

Img Src - Pintrest  The clouds grey sing the ballads of love, And I immerse into the topography of your pretty face, The path that remains shallow, yet somewhere it’s deep, The Mariana Trench must be your heart— So hard, so hard to reach. The curves of your eyes and the jaw-dropping jawline, Where my eyes slide, skiing, The delicate smile that reminds me Of the touch of a feather. And then I swing towards the helix Of your ears— That seems strangely beautiful. The urge to caress your hair, Even when everyone is there, As if I own a piece of your heart. No lie shall I utter— My eyes drew toward you from the start, Even before any words were exchanged. As you speak with fascination to your own stories, The dilemma strikes: Which star shall I focus on? The eyes, the cheek, the forehead, The voice, the vein, the hair? Yet I love the art and the artist, And admire you with that Blushy face. Hours passed just like that, As if I were the passenger And you, the...

तुम भरोसा रखना ख़ुद पर जब तुम्हारे हाथ काँप जाएं, हिम्मत रखना कि तुमसे डर भी डर जाए। यूँ ख़ुद को निराश मत करना कि कौन क्या कहेगा, तुम्हारे दर्द, तुम्हारी तकलीफ़ कोई और नहीं सहेगा। तुम ही तुम्हारा साथ और रब हो, आज अगर साथ नहीं तो तुम अपने साथ कब हो?  फ़िक्र ज़माने की तुम करना नहीं, ख़ुद को माफ़ करना, ख़ुद से तुम लड़ना नहीं। यक़ीन करो कि तुम्हारा दिन आएगा, सपने सच होंगे, दिए फिर जगमगाएंगे। तुम रोना नहीं, ख़ुद को खोना नहीं। एक परीक्षा तुम्हें क़ाबिल साबित कर सकती नहीं, एक हार तुम्हारी हैसियत परख सकती नहीं। तुम्हारी ज़िंदगी इस एक परीक्षा से कई बड़ी है, इसमें सफल हो जाओ तो वाह क्या बात है! अगर ना भी हो, तो भी समझना तुम्हारी बहुत औक़ात है। जो साथ हैं, उन्हें साथ रखना, जो नहीं, अलविदा कह देना। तुम अकेले नहीं हो, पर तुम्हारी ज़िम्मेदारी सिर्फ़ तुम्हारी है, तो आज पास हुए या निराश, मुस्कुराओ, क्योंकि जीत दोनों में तुम्हारी है! Well Done Champion! 🏆

                                                                                                            As the elevator takes you down, And you adore yourself in the mirror, Maybe the love bomb seems scarier to you, But the authorities search for scary bombs or knives. Amidst the crowds and roars, We stay ignorant of the cottages Spelling tales of the silent wives. The clock that attracts the Potter heads— No time for reminiscing, We board the moving, pretty vessel instead. Strangers around, sometimes the awful smells, And I—sandwiched between men— Breathless, I count till ten. Avoiding the rush, The early arrival gifts a pink seat. How do we explain The safety found in the women’s coach, Even when there are...

The flowing water from my kitchen tap is drying, Since you left my home. But why it feels My home has left me ? Can you tell me, please Are you in grief  Or now, do you feel free ? The kitchen and the couch The sky and the leaves Turn to crimson hue, It's been three days and My shirt still smells of you . My conscience fights the dilemma… Is it better to wash the shirt or  Should I preserve your unseen touch ? My dried hands reminisce your alluring aura, But Your wrath, your bronze bracelet I never admired. This scar on my arm brings wretched memory, Should I embrace the pain or cherish its slow recovery ? For ages you build inside my heart Castles tall, In a rhythm of time, why demolished them all ? 'Somebody you love hurts you beyond calculations…' Someone said and brutally proved, My heart stands still, yet is intensely moved. I'm lost in thoughts of cosmos and you. I'm silent and the Radio talks. Yes I ...