one feels...

“…hosh hai zara, zara zara khumaar hai ji,

chhedh ke gaya, woh aise dil ke taar hai ji…”

 

Enveloped in the comfort of a voice, wrapping oneself, in the emotions, whipped and whisked, one rolls on the bed of thoughts as the sound of laughter strums melodies. Happiness.

 

"…saari saari, raat jaagun…

…dil ki harkatein, mere samajh ke paar hai ji…"

 

Senses confuse, defies logic, ignores needs… Hope, wishes, and longings stir and enliven the soul. A flame is lit, and it begins to rage with vehemence. Passion.

 

"…jiski aas mein huyi, subah se dopehar,

shaam ko usi ka intezaar hai ji…"

 

The day won’t break – the sun brews a stupor in the cauldron of possibilities. The twinkling of stars lights up the mind and stoke a plea for the love of living. Yearning.

 

"…is kadar kisi ki dhun sawar hai ji…

…apne faisle pe mujhko aitbaar hai ji…"

 

The scarred heart chronicles the journey in a language only known to the likes. As life secedes from the past, it draws the soul to a trail that revives. Faith.

the diary labeled 1998-2000...

In the midst of spring cleaning, I came across a diary labeled 1998 - 2000. It was my first poems diary. I had written dozens of poems, some of them are kiddish, and others are way too kiddish, but what amazes me is that I did manage to write a lot from 1998 - 2000, more than what I had written from 2001 - 2005.

Here are few of of them...