Safar

चलते चलते मैं रुक जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.
मुड़ के एक बार देख लेती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि अकेले ही तो चली थी,
दिल को फिर समझाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी कोई तितली मिल जाती है,
तो पल भर को ठहर जाती हूँ,
नज़र भर को देख लेती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि कई रंग है बेरंग दुनिया के,
एक नया रंग देख पाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.



कभी कोई नदी आ जाती है,
तो उसके साथ हो लेती हूँ,
फिर मोड़ पे अकेली हो जाती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
की सब साथी नही सफ़र के,
फिर एक साथी छोड़ जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी ठोकर लग जाती है,
तो गिर के संभल जाती हूँ,
कई बार रास्ता ही बदल जाती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि लंबा सफ़र है, जल्दी नही अच्छी,
कुछ देर ठहर जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत मैं थक जाती हूँ.

चलते चलते मैं रुक जाती हूँ,.
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.
मुड़ के एक बार देख लेती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

P.S. It's been long. Exactly 21 years long ;)

The Perfect Being

Pre-Script :One of my friend updated the following status on his fb :

When Apples were 3 and we were 4 ...my mom said "I don't like apples"

..and to torture you all..it reminded me of my following poem which i wrote when i was 14 (and edited when i was 16)..It's kiddish but the closest thing to my heart i would have ever written..Enjoy!


When I was four :
A heartily smiling face,
Looking down on me,
Swinging me with full pace,
Grabbing me with both hands,

The only one,
To be happy
When i passed step one

--She is my mother
The first memory of her.

When I was ten :

Tightly, steadily holding papers,
Asking a familiar face,
To fill them up,
Standing worried in a new school,

The only one
Though literally illiterate
Getting my admission done

--She is my Mother
One of the faintest memory of her

When I was thirteen :

Trying to console me,
Standing beside my bed,
Arranging the pills and syrup,
Moving fingers through my hair,

The only one
Greatly afraid
Still making me stand operation

--She is my mother
The most heartwarming memory of her

When i was fourteen :

Making me rest in her lap,
Encouraging me with most zealous words,
Unknown with Boards,
But preparing me for the trial,

The only one
Mysteriously filled
With moral information

--She is my mother
The most lovely memory of her.


When i am sixteen :

Ready for the most wisest advice,
Ready for the most warmest lap,
Ready for the most genuine care,
Ready for the friend in need,

Ready for the only one
I know will be with me
Always, at any situation

--She is my mother
The perfect idol on earth.


Post-Script : Isn't it simply amazing how your mother understand your world better than you....even when you refuse to admit that.. :)

Say it again

Say it again, Oh Baby! Say it again
Let me be clear, Let me hear it again
Let me see my world fall apart
Oh Baby! Let me witness my part

I tell you I am not strong
But I know, I have to take this along
I know the words you will convey
Oh Baby, but if you should, then you may

Don't hide it, don't fake it anymore
Go if you want to, just say it once more
Don't worry if it will hurt, if it will pain
You see Dear! It's about love and loss, not gain

So, Say it again, Oh Baby! Say it again
Let me be clear, Let me hear it again

It's not easy, to see this fall
But it's harder, to carry this all
So It's better, you kill me right here
Oh baby, Don't bother about every year




When I look down in your eyes, today
I see no place, nowhere for me to stay
I knew you would leave me, somehow
It's a bit early Dear, But if it is, let it be now

So, Say it again, Oh Baby! Say it again
Let me be clear, Let me hear it again

And while you walk down the other way
For one last time, let me ask you this straight
You remember, the other day when you came
Was it only to leave me, all over again?

Letting You Go

.
I am lost, figuring unknown path
I am bleeding, inside my heart
I am quite, wanting to cry
I am alone, attempting to die

No,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I loved, as if love is immortal
I smiled, as if happiness lasts longer
I believed, as if promises never break
I trusted, as if worlds all saint

But now,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I have seen, tears flooding my way
I have felt, moments decay
I have experienced, love betraying
I have witnessed, commitment dying

And so,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free


P.S. Last modified on my PC on 10.25.2009 @ 5:41 pm

I walk ahead, Leaving you to trace

Pre-Script : The topic is not new or unheard of. In fact, it's the one debated uncountable times ending on some absurd solutions every time. The biggest failure of "man"kind have been the disrespect of it's better half. For long women have suffered, subjected and kept patience. But not anymore. Things are changing. Slowly, yet transforming. It's a tribute to the longest war ever fought. "She" is winning and you have to notice that. "I" in the poem is the soul of women speaking to the Man (you) who held her as subjected for long.

I walk among you
My head held high
Altering the age-old notion
I walk towards sky

And I walk fast
As you try to race
Yes! I am ahead
Leaving you to trace

I have learn the art
Well before you predicted
I have set myself free
Of the chains you invented

I demanded my place
And before you could reject
I tried to stand
Only to walk this perfect

I have beaten you dead
In your own game
Perhaps, u made a mistake
When you called me lame

The pain and agony
I endured on your birth
Accumulated for long
Showing its worth

You tried oppression
You practiced strength
The atrocities you carried
Lasted centuries length

The more you tortured
The stronger I have hit your face
I now walk ahead
Leaving you to trace

A gentle Reminder :

Be careful of your duty toward God in Whom ye claim (your rights) of one another, and toward the wombs (that bear you)" (Quran 4:1).

Updates:
#1 Something is wrong with my pen..it's not working and i am not writing :( I wrote this poem in pencil :P
#2 My one year of hijab is gonna complete in 10 days. The countdown starts from today. yay! but i can't think of anything to write :(. Blame my pen.
#3 My visitors crossed over 1000. Actually its 1110 right now. what a number sirji! Thanku , thanku, thanks a lot to all my visitors for reading my rantings.
#4 I just realized i am ranting in a post i should not *shut mouth with both hands* (as if someone reading this small script. Duh!

Sleepless Nights

As i type this post, my mobile-cum-watch is teasing me with a time of 4:15 a.m...indeed it's late to be awake at this hour..when i am again supposed to get up by 6..and spend my 8 hours of day in bonded laborship...I can only pray that this seemingly never ending sleepless nights turns into a peaceful nap... eternal?? at this point of time..it hardly matters...

Still A Sleepless night..

Conversing with stars of my

Tragic tales, I cry

P.S. It is filed under Picture Perfect Tales only because i found the pic too beautiful to be disturbed by my silly verses - output of an over-burdened brain.

P.P.S. You believe it or not...you can take the Poet out of the Haiku but not the Haiku out of the Poet...complicated?? I am back with the Haiku.

Companion for me is you..

Crushed hopes, dark world, lost ways and killed aspirations

Once, there was a world of such devastations.

Mourning continued, sobbing followed, night kept creeping in

Plight like this, and a girl fastened there in.

And all the miracles of which mortals are aware; seemed false

Nothing worked, all went in despair.

Indeed the only thing she needed was a little love, a little care

Or may be a little stretched hand to support; but

None came, none bothered and she was left alone.

For a while, suddenly the prayers seemed to come true

On a far land, came an angel, as human he grew

Ripping the darkness, steeped in her little world, wiped her tears off

Making an unsaid promise, held her hand and walked short

Entwined fingers, shivering body and a new ray of hope

Inside she was afraid, but knew now she ll cope

She knew, the angel came for her, came to love and trust her

Yes, she knew he came to be a companion of her

Oh, how happy she was, to be loved, to be cared, to be trusted all again

Unending tears followed, but this time, not in vain.

P.S. It's the nearest poem to my heart...something which came so deep from my heart that i almost forgot that it was just a mix of words...:)
P.P.S. this is actually a dedication, which i forgot to mention ...it's dedicated to the sweet "Angel" who has made my life sugury sweet..with added touch of salt and pepper when he loses his patient nerve :P

●๋•gυℓѕнαη●๋•™ - an attempt towards Acrostic poem

Greatly thankful to God for being so kind

Unfurling happiness from the boundaries confined

Lighting my little world with all I can

Shaping my surroundings as it shapes mine

Holding a vision and aspirations high

A little sane and a little insane mind

No one or someone - I am enjoying being ●๋•gυℓѕнαη●๋•™

P.S. Read this post at WL ...cheers!!!