Sunday, 23 August 2015

And it was you!

It was a morning fresh and sweet
fragrant flowers in the street
pleasant music churning in my soul
foaming rhythmic beats to rock and roll
I took baby steps from here to there
to find from where did it emerge
and it was you!

It was sunny bright and radiant
drops of sweat rolling down the neck
from behind the dark shadows
I could see a silhouette in the green meadows
I took baby steps from here to there
to find from where did it emerge
and it was you!

A fair with lanterns glittering and sparkling
hocus pocus, fun and frolic
amidst a crowd encroaching tight
There was a hand to hold me fine
I took baby steps from here to there
to find from where did it emerge
and it was you!

A mirror reflecting so much of real me
A pinky blush and lovely smile
deep oceanic little eyes
pouted lips dry and petite
I took baby steps from here to there
to find from where did it emerge
and it was you!

Hair in a bun
and colour as Golden brown as wheat
draped in a pure white attire in pale
but still a beauty charismatic of its own
I took baby steps from here to there
to find from where did it emerge
and it was you!

Whatever i do, whatever i dont
Wherever i go, wherever i dont
There is all an ecstasy and happiness within me
around me and for me
and i know it was you! It was all you!
It was you!
It is you!
It will be you!

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

I miss you!

When I am awake in those chilly nights of white moon
When those rain drops pour their thirst over me
When those green leaves dance upon a pleasant melancholy
When the shadow underneath that banyan tree comes upon me

I miss you...

When I have loads and loads of work on these shoulders
When time passes and I always have not a second to count
When I forget to have the coffee lying on my study desk
When the call from my mum remains unanswered from hours

I miss you...

When I have absolutely nothing to do
When I wake up in morning to realise what for
When I sleep in the night to count my day was entirely unproductive
When my body aches since it has been resting for hours

I miss you...

When it is the day I get a call telling I am selected for the job
When it is the day my sister gives me a little nephew
When it is the day I accidentally meet a dear friend
When it is the day I see the world improving

I miss you...

When it is the day I fail in the endeavour I honestly make
When it is the day my sweet uncle passes away
When it is day I am left alone on that friend’s birthday party
When it is the day I see a poor begging

I miss you...

When it rains, I think about the day we got drenched all together.
When it is sunny, I think about the day I noticed those drops of sweat on your face, which made you look only simpler.
When I read, those lessons we shared together in library reminds me of you.
That flash on my glossy pink cell phone reminds me of your texts.

Your absence reminds me of your presence
This loneliness reminds me of your company
Friendship of every dear friend reminds me of your friendship
Every broken heart reminds me of how you broke mine.

A lot of words remind me how I spoke so much with you
A complete silence reminds me how a few things I never spoke to you

These memories remind me of you
This love reminds me of you
It grows deeper and deeper with time
I think it is craze may be
For time doesn’t heal the pain but only nourishes it

Every fibre of my being, every moment I live, the small things I do, the small things I dont do, you have lived in every thought, in every split second of this universe.

The worst thing, the more I try to forget you, the more you come upon my thoughts.

You were a cheat no doubt, but more than that you were a black magician darling!

Please take back your spell and don’t cast it upon me anymore!

Have mercy, I could take it no more
I could take it no more
I could take it no more!
<3 <3 <3

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Because she still expects

With a lovely gown pink in color
She goes to a restaurant with pleasant ambience
Expecting her *man* to be in formals
She moves her eyes here and there
“Maybe it is a corner table one can’t see...
  Or may be a table reserved one can’t reach...
  Maybe he is in first-class section...
  Oh! I can’t resist to have a look...
  Darling...where are you? "

drifting here and there she finally occupies a table
the geyser of thoughts has come into action
when flashes a text on a glossy pink cell
" comng withn 10 min, catch u."

radiance of her face is still charming
pouted lips and cheeks pinky
her hair is gold and color is silver
her face has an innocence inexplicable
her eyes have depth, deeper than any ocean
her peaceful heart has violent emotions
with ecstasy lurks pain, fear and sadness

here comes a charming *boy*
a cool T white in color
a blue jeans that a gal never notices
Yeah. i like him for his simplicity
but his act indicates that it is at least not a date for him
a smiling face but
empty handed
neither flowers for the lovely lady
nor chocolates for initiating a tempting feast
“sorry, i was late... i made you wait.
  and why on a corner table...
  all alone...
  one can’t have the full view here...
  let’s go to that one... "

view is not what i want
the show off of restaurant is not what i have to see
all i want is you, you and you.
with you i am never alone
without you i am always.
you are immature. don’t u understand, baby! i love you
i miss you more than every breath i take.
i want to feel the warmth i have being with you
i want to speak, speak and speak when nobody listens but you
i want to look you, your smile, your face...
look the depth i find in you...just to be lost in it.
i want to be carried away by the wind of your love
and i don’t say breeze because it isn’t
my love for you is silent but violent..

"oh yeah, as you say".

expecting a compliment from her man
waiting for him to notice her long hair
that she untied for the first time
she not lifting her eyes to match with his
her heart still expecting for something caressing

"what will you have for the dinner?"
"you order for me. "
"yeah, surely."
"it feels so nice to dine with you, that too after a long time.
  you are my best friend. "
"no, we are each other's best friend."
"oh! so, what is your defintion of a best friend. "

darling, i have always been wanting to know you,
to sneak a peek into your mind..
whatever you say..whatever you dont..
will help me to know you better.
will help me to know your best friend better.
with you, i forget who am i
with you speaking about me, i know my part
i get the proof that i exist
i know myself as an individual.. as a a lover..
i know how witty i am though you make me go crazy sometimes..
i am that scorpio running after your shadow
in a hot and a dry desert

"its somebody who gives me a good treat on a sunday night. "
"you dumb!  no. i am not throwing any treat this time. no birthday; no job's first day;  no break-up to be cheered…no treat for you an a**hole.
you shall give me treat this time. remember, that bournville for which you didnt pay me last time. "
" what the f***! i knew this. you will never change. you still remember that bournville! and what about that bucks which i gave to that f**king  police officer to free you when you  hit that bicycle."
"bicycle! i still have that scar which i got.
  when you made me fall
  at the age of 5 and yours 7 i guess. "
both of us were laughing like idiots.
he made me laugh until my eyes were wet
and he enjoys my company more than anybody else.
you did this thing again, you prove it every time that
you are the bestest friend one can ever have..
but still it pricks me more than anything else
my heart crys with a loud silence
the friendly you are, the more i feel you distant from me..
the more you make me laugh, the more i cry for you
your growing closeness with me
is an alarm that we can never be linked
you can never think for me the way you do for her

" i told as you said, presented her with a big bouquet
  on her birthday. she loved receiving it.
  i saw that glitter in her eyes.
  probably she feels for me. "
remember the day when you gave me bouquet
i had tears in these eyes
i was so much happy and so much moved
in my dreams i had stepped on moon
i got so many but yours were special
why didnt you see those tears, darling
do i need to speak everything
why cant you read my eyes
they are passionate with love for you
they close every night with your thoughts
only to open up every morning to see you, to smell you, to cherish your being.. to feel your very being.

finishes the dinner
and he gets up in no time
my heart longing just for a few moments.
we are friends, he is not my man to love me with hours and hours
he does what is supposed to be done
i am crazy to demand what i dont deserve.

he pays the bill without letting me know.
he bids me farewell after he had dropped me home
i am reassuring him that she ll say yes within a day or two.
he punches me on my back and i am running after him to take revenge
he is a *child* and i become the same with him.
this is something which i love
being a child is an impossible task for me
i lost it the very day i found it
but he is a magician to do that within no time
but, a few things which you love
could make you cry sometimes..
cry immense and immense
and that too when it is pointless
i cry because we acting like that
snatches even the very little hope I had had
hope that a day will come
when he will be with me
the way a man is with her

it had been 3 months i remember
he engrossed in his job and me in my work
no calls, no messages, no sweet gifts being shared
when he calls me like an unpredicted shower in a desert

"are you free today? i am gonna catch you at this moment"
" yeah, that's fine. you are most welcome. "

the way a sunflower bends towards sun
same way I am  inclined for him
a few drops of water on dry land and
and it absorbs it as if they only belonged to them
same way, you are for me, honey!
i do not like your presence
i just happen to die in your absence
you  said sharp 2 pm
its 2.15
i ask: "where are you? "

within a few minutes rings the door bell
and we spend a meeting the way we ever had

it had been 4 days and i am not out of it
in front of me lays a wedding card
of him and her
what has happened that has left you bewildered
this day had to come: today, tomorrow or day after
if you cant be his
somebody has to
"and she is a nice girl to marry to
 and yeah, she is soft, innocent, weak and needs protection
 she has nobody in life but me
 she is childlike to dont understand the world
 she is a nightingale of my dreams"
his words are echoing into my ears
I feel suffocted and choking
it feels that the breath is poisened
it feels that water i drinks is drying me up
wearing makeup makes me feel ugly
i have a vacuum nobody could fill in

a friend is something i want at this stage
but what if my only friend is responsible for this pain
ops! i am sorry for the above line
he is too divine to give me pain
but for me it was too pain to love him divine

i feel that the earth has stopped its motion
because i coulnt see the sun rising
the last time i met him
it was dark
and then the sun never rose
when he left me with that wedding card
it was a full moon a few moments back
i look my face into the moon
asks from the almighty
" am i not beautifull or a face a man can never notice ?
  but he said that looks were temporary, and a beautifull heart is what he wants! "
but her heart had always been beating for others
then where did the things go wrong ?

I cried when i missed him
but, today i am not
my eyes are dry
I am silent
no turbulence, no violence, no disorder
I am quiet and smiling
but managed to bring a tear down my cheek

a few more days passed away
and finally comes the day of his wedding
he is handsome as he always had been
his bride is an angel descended down from heaven
the groom is searching for his best friend
but, the lovely lady wont come .

rings the man his best friend
“ no, i cannot pick up the call .
 i really would not be able to explain
pick up the call dammit!
may be he realised.
may be that girl ditched him.
may be he now wants me.
may be i am more pretty than she is. "
" hey. where are you?
  i am getting married in a few minutes
  wont you come dear? "
“Yeah, jus coming, on the way.”

Because she still expects.
She still expects his approval
She still expects his love.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

bas kabhi kabhi

kabhi kabhi itne shabd hotey hai 
ki likhtey likhtey kam pad jatey hai
aur kabhi kabhi itney shabd hotey hai
ki meri kalam mai he theher jate hai

kabhi kabhi itna gam hota hai
ki aanson nikal jatey hai
aur kabhi kabhi itna gam hota hai 
ki yhe aankhen he sookh jati hai

kabhi kabhi itni shikaytein hoti hai
ki hum unse lad jaghadtey hai
aur kabhi itni shikaytein hoti hai
hum gehri chupi saadh lete hai

kabhi kabhi itni yaad aati thi
ki hum virha ki aag mai jaltey they
aaj itni yaad aati hai
ki hum khud se he baatein kar lete hai

kabhi kabhi sochtey they 
ki unhe apne dil ki baat btayein
aaj itna sochtey hai 
ki khud se whi baat daurhayein ya na daurhayein

khushi hoti to avsos na kartey
gam hota to shikva na kartey
kabhi kabhi gumsum rhke
bas kabhi kabhi hum yuhi socha kartey hai

kyu jeeke bhi jeene ka ahsaas nahi hia
kyu sab kuch hoke bhi adhoora sa khwab abhi hai
kyu khushi aur gam hume ek jaise he lagtey hai
kyu tere baad humre sab begane he lagtey hai

bas kabhi kabhi 
bas kabhi kabhi 
bas kabhi kabhi...

bcz i cannot love you

when i whistle in blowing wind
your lips sing a melancholy melody
when rain drops drizzle over my body
they seem sparkling on your skin

when i walk on this lonely boulevard
i feel myself along with you
when i say something to myself
i feel you listening me and embracing am you and you are me
is this love baby? or am i going insane?
please tell me it isnt'
bcz i cannot love you

the letters i wrote to you
came back to my address
the people i know since ages
starting knowing me from your name am you and you are me
is this love baby? or am i going insane?
please tell me it isnt'
bcz i cannot love you am you and you are me
is this love baby? or am i going insane?
please tell me it isnt'
bcz i cannot love you

Saturday, 18 August 2012

She Made Me Stood Still

Small eyes like a speck on a wall
Nose as thin as waist of a belly dancer
Her lips were as usual as red colour of a rose
And skin tone darker than any white
Her body was sleek though
And a dressing style charming
And she was all in whites
But, still there was something attractive
About her..her attire
I tried to notice her hair..may be they were long or bronze
Cant she stood facing me all the time

Me skin got bumpy
And let me remind you that I am a girl
So..i would want to know..
Know from where or what ?
 the lady radiates an aura
That is purer than a pearl
And greener  than any spring season

And then I went closer
Looked into her eyes
There laid a melancholy
Unseen or  seen but uncared..

My eyes blinked..and so they did many times
I felt as if time had dilated for a while
All I see was her..her eyes..
So small as if intentionally done 
to hide from common people
And unhide from lunatic observers

And then they started wrapping her in papers
And packing in brown cardboard boxes
And I stood still and quiet
Still Thinking hard to solve the riddle
Where..from where did the beauty emerge?
It was beautiful..i know..they say..
but ..what was it that all laid?

I felt cherishing her beauty one time
After all she was “my” creation
And then at another moment
I felt poisoned and betrayed
I filled life in her
And she..what did she do to me..
 made me still and stunned?

Its magical to admire your work sometimes
Because you know the flaws in them all the times
And still, you have to find  the beauty
Because you know somewhere it exists...
but… what , where and how much..
You just don’t know exactly…
Its exemplary to realise how ironical is the fact
The creator of beauty is the most ignorant person
About its aura, charm and effulgence
And most important about its “beauty”

Sunday, 12 August 2012

By loving and being loved

When you sent me to this earth
I was crying, weeping and screaming loud
My eyes were red, moist and swollen
And voice was choked by some spirit over

The angels then came and sat by my side
and started hugging me with affection wide
bidding a farewell to one of their child
oh! the child has a heart beating with pace such high
that it may burst with silent crys

"you told me about “being human”
and appreciated the genius minds of this universe
you showed me the beauty of green nature
and talked about the feasts enjoyed by humans
your angels carried me towards my “to be home”
and showed how protective a mother’s lap was
your messenger prepared a necklace of flowers
and earrings of shells near a beach cool and large
they decorated me into a beautiful attire
and mesmerised me with dimples of sparking smiles

but, what about soul ?
The apple will nourish my body.
But Where will the daemon go?
Where will it get its nourishment from?”

“dear! You haven’t  even started yet
 Still, You are thinking too much.
Look! you have already started developing human!
This! exactly..this is the magic of my creation
Go! Go with some flying colours.
Climb, dance, talk and most apart"

" soul...
if it was hungry, thirsty and incomplete
in a house of god and angels
imagine! what its plight gonna be
on a land of greedy and chahoho creatures
it will be assaulted, scratched and mercilessly sucked

"nourish..nourish it...nourish its every fibre and grain
give..give it..fathoms of energy..
and quanta of sunlight..
nourish..nourish it..and then you will apart."


"by loving and being loved”

author's note:
many poets, writers, philosophers and other great minds of this universe have talked about the existence of a soul or some power unseen and divine residing in this dark body made up of matter. often our (entire human race..) activities encroach us..directly or indirectly. here, we criticise or express our helplessness of the human nature. our allegations and complaints even target GOD sometimes. but, remember.."moh-maya" is enjoyed by body; and so, body itself repays for it. but, we can let the sacred flame of our soul burn by the very emotion GOD incorporated in EVERY human. that is, love. and this is not love of a man and a woman. but, divine love. you could love every human around yourself and cherish their being. i say, not human even. you could love any creature. i say, not creature even. one could love some thing non-living. and then, lets think about loving some thing non-existent. then, how divine will that be? and when you love, you are being loved.  
:with love~~isha jain~~