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Filled up Emptiness...

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Empty bottles still make me remember you... and so do tea cups...and the name "silly" gets automatically related to you...



It's like you have drowned me in your emptiness while taking away my contagious laughter...


It's like you have inhaled all my breaths and tormented all my heartbeats...


It's like the sudden appearance of dark clouds around my world when everywhere else, there is sunshine...


No wonder, you have emptied all your noise into my vault of silence...deafening me night and day... captivating me in your spell... am bound to this world, whose creator is you...whose life is you and whose destructor is also you.

When you are not here...

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Sometimes, I have no words to say...
Sometimes it's nothing I can conceal..... Only a smile that I can't hide....
And it speaks what's on my mind....

Do I not know what you hide?
You care but still disguise....
Those teddies and Cards in the drawers...
Give me company when you're not close.....

That little rustle near my ears....
And I recall that air you blow always.....
Was it you behind me now?
I turn around and you are nowhere....

The whisper of I Love You
And I remain intact in your gaze.....
Your arms around, I miss....
Oh! Come back to me as soon as possible....

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For the last time...

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For the last time...
What if I die today...
Will you hold me, till I depart...
My soul, will you caress me,
My dead self without the beating heart...
Opening are the arms of death...
Hugging me close to it's dark cloak...
Pulling out my spirit...
With its hands so cold...
Just when I am about to leave...
Come and hold me close...
I just can't go without ...
Letting you know...
Unless I see you ...
I won't let go...
The castle of this soul...
I will try to hold...
Oh see the stars are gathering...
Around the heavenly gates...
For me, they wait...
Fluttering in the windy haze...
What if you are not there...
When death approaches me...
What if it doesn't listen to my screams...
What if I try to run into your arms...
Would you hold me please...
The final breath I am holding in... Waiting for your one gaze... I just want to see your face...
Lean on, come near my dear...
Just one last wish, I want you to hear...
Give your love...
So I can rest... And never shall I awake...
In…

Warm memories...

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On cozy winter mornings... I still wear your sweater... the one that I had stolen from your apartment, the last time I was there with you. It still has your fragrance... I feel the fabric like your touch on me...irresistible. But I know....It doesn't belong to me now. And I have to part with it too...like you!



Little by little, memories have filled up my mind and... heart has become heavy. The drops of tears have kissed you more on this shirt than on your lips... and I pull it off just to find my arms still holding them at ends...Just leave it man!!! Just let go!!!




But they won't... until I pull out my hands that you have held do hard...from your memories my mind... from your love my heart... even though it breaks while I retrieve; into pieces so many that to put them back into me... it would take a lifetime. But I'll manage... I'll be fine...yepp!!!




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उड़ती धुन्द...

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धुंद के उड़ते कागज़ों पे तुम्हारी यादों के कतरे दिखते  हैं... मैं उन्हें पकड़ने की नाकाम कोशिशें करते- करते थक चुकी हूँ.... अब उलझे हुए सवालों की ठंडी हवाएं जिस्म पे चुभती हुई गुज़रती हैं... और मैं तुम्हारे प्यार की धूप  को तरसती हूँ...


कितनी अजीब बात है ना ...तुम्हारा प्यार उस कड़कड़ाती ठण्ड की धूप की तरह है, जिसमें कुछ देर बैठते ही मीठी नींद आने लगती है... और आँखें बोझिल हो के सपनों में खो जाती हैं... मगर, ज़्यादा देर उसी धूप में रहने से जिस्म जलने लगता है... और वापस आने पे, इस घर की ठंडी दीवारें क़ैदख़ाने सी लगने लगती हैं...


ये धुंद उड़ती हुई तुम्हारी यादें तो मुझ तक ले आती हैं... पर क्या मेरी यादें भी तुम तक आती होंगी? शायद नहीं!
अगर ऐसा होता, तो शायद इस धुंद की ठण्ड मुझे यूँ ग़म का चेहरा न दिखाती बल्कि, मैं मुस्कुरा उठती कि मैं तुम्हे आज भी याद हूँ !


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A Beautiful Mess...

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I wanna lose my mind sometimes...

There are times when I go blank...there's nothing bright...nothing reasonable. Time halts at the platform of my heart and you descend, like the moon in black coat.... wrapped in mysteries unfathomable.


What do I want?

I just gaze at you...like a hypnotised serpent, moving with the flute...swaying along...following you all through the way.

What do you want?

You never say... your smiles confuse me a lot... a beautiful mess is Love...unpredictable for minds like me...who do not wish for anything more,but to kill the curiosity, placed by the wicked hearts...which never surpasses the fake rhythms of the beating heart.

I wanna lose my mind....because reasoning kills intimacy...it kills my desire...it kills my heart...that doesn't understand ... that you can never love me the way I love you.


What do I desire?

I have no idea... the only thing is...am in tears...when I feel there's no way you'll know...and there's no way I can explain...th…

In this moment called "You"

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In this moment called you... I have found what I never did before... all my cravings now diminish, all my longings end and all my sufferings succumb. In this moment called you, I have found myself... I have found my own reflection... my own shadow... my own soul in yours...

In this moment called you, I have found that there is nothing left to wonder now but this... how many lives I have lived worthlessly without you... when all I needed was to turn to myself, where you belonged..inside these closed doors of the heart... you my LORD!

#GOD
#everywhereyou
#unopeneddoors
posted on facebook: 03-12-2017
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A Beautiful Dream

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It's a beautiful dream, We... walking a million miles.
It's a beautiful dream, We are smiling without a reason.
It's a beautiful dream, Thousands of unsaid words pour down in unthinkable tears.
It's a beautiful dream, When thoughts override and you know what's on my mind.
It's a beautiful dream, When in your eyes, I find only my dreams.
It's a beautiful dream, When all the while,we don't see the unseen.
It's a beautiful dream, And I don't want to wake up from this.
It's a beautiful dream,  When you say am yours and you are only meant for me.
It's a beautiful dream, When minds don't speak, only hearts disclose the beats.
It's a beautiful dream. A beautiful dream.
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कितने बेचैन हो तुम !

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खिड़किया खुलते ही अंदर धूप  आज कुछ मुरझाई हुई सी लगती है।  शायद तुम्हारे रूठे हुए  चेहरे की हलकी सी तपिश आज दिन भर मुझे भी महसूस होती रहेगी। 



 तुम रूठ के बात भी न करोगे मालूम है मुझे , पर मान भी जाओगे ये भी मुझे यकीन है। चलो मुझे कम से कम देख के मुँह तो मोड़ोगे ... नाक सिकोड़ के आँखें इधर - उधर तो घुमाओगे...पर सच मानो, तुम्हारे रूठने पे ही तो तुम और पास लगते हो।  


अनकहे से अलफ़ाज़ तुम्हारे इशारों से छलक जाते हैं... शरारतें आँखों में बेख़ौफ़ चमकने लगती हैं... और वो   मानने को बेताब दिल.... जिसे तुम बड़ी मुश्किल से थाम रहे हो, साफ़ पता चलता है... कितने बेचैन हो तुम !


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Just one day more....

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Just one day more....
Everyday when you kiss my hair...
I embrace that kiss to my soul...
Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...
When the birds chirp on the trees...
And dew glows on the leaves...
Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...
When the day flies wild as a wind...
You fill my every moment...
Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...
When dusk arrives with orange sky...
I sense you close near by...
Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...
The night dances in her shimmering gown...
But I stay awake, to see you sleep...
Just one day more....
Tomorrow again...
When there's no tomorrow...
Just keep me in your dreams...
I'll visit you every night...
And tell you all the while...
That love is never made... It rises in the hearts... In the sea, like a wave...
And carry you away...
Like a wind carries leaves...
Dry, separated from the trees...
Hearts carry love...
To each other when they meet...
Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...
I shall rise in dreams...
To wake you up...
Foreve…

ख़ामोशी ही पढ़ लेना...

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तुम नहीं होते तो न जाने कितनी बातें करती हूँ तुमसे... आज ये हुआ...वो हुआ।
 अलमारी में रखे तुम्हारे कपड़ों से.... तुम्हारे लगाए पौधों से... कुछ न कुछ शिक़ायत या फिर कोई ख्वाहिश ही।
कभी तुम्हारे रूठने पे मनुहार तो कभी तुम्हारा मनपसंद गीत ही गुनगुना देती हूँ, जैस कि तुम सुन रहे हो।
कभी तुम्हारे होने के एहसास से शर्मा जाती हूँ तो कभी। .. तुम्हारे न होने का दर्द खुद से ही बाँट लेती हूँ।


                                           सोचती हूँ ... इस बार आओगे तो तुम्हे कहाँ रखूँगी ?
                            दिल के हर कोने को तुम पहले ही तो घेर चुके हो... अब क्या बचा है ?
पर इतनी बातें होते हुए भी, जब तुम सामने आते हो...... कुछ कहना याद ही नहीं रहता।  शायद खुद से इतना बात कर कर के होंठ भी थक जाते हैं मेरे ... बस आँखें ही प्यासी रह जाती होंगी तुम्हे देखने को .... सो एक टक तुम्हे देखने के अलावा कुछ और सूझता ही नहीं।



                      इस बार आओ तो कुछ कहने को मत बोलना  ... मेरी ख़ामोशी ही पढ़ लेना ...
                                          शायद तुम्हे कोई बात सुनाई दे ही ज…

Trespassers

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Abandon this place... It's a no man's land...
Trespassing would fail... As you could never leave...
All it appears is hazy... The fog appears never to leave...
How will you find your way... In this barren world unseen...
Some torn paintings... Across broken walls...
The paint of which... Is damp and cold...
Tired windows peeping out... The doors hold some "nothings" inside...
The ceiling is full of stars of dreams... Which hide behind cobwebs...ripped!
The dusty tables gaze at shadows... Of books that lie at million truths...
The floor holding walls upright... Was playfully slippery once upon a time...
Now lies beneath... Dust of time...
Some riddles across the walls... Have become the pictures of the lost...
Toys wrapped in papers of dust... Lie scattered like the early morning mist...
You'll never get anything here... But you cannot leave without a tear...
Trapped whispers in hinges of doors scream... Lonely places are really very lonely...
They talk of shadows a…

Demons

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"Stay away from me... you don't know how much I would love to kill you...", his gaze became intense while calling out to me. The fire of his soul clearly was ready to burn up anything and anyone.



"Why do you think that you can harm me... when all I ever want is to be close.... to you!", I took my chance at luring him into my well crafted words.



" Because the demons inside me... they won't let you touch me... they won't let you come closer...", another of his false belief made a way out of his mouth.



"Listen to me please... set them free....", I looked straight into his eyes.



"What? Do you have any idea, what you are saying! You are trying to initiate a tsunami which will sink everything." His exasperated look became stern with anger.



"Do you know who your demons are? They are your fears, your insecurity and your hurt soul. Give them their space,…

The Slaughter House

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Upon the darkened mountain Rested a little house Each passer by called it The slaughter house.
No one lived there By the nights. Only spirits untamed Walking in and out.
By day the sun soaked The blood pools  Leaving nothing behind To doubt.
Nobody knew who killed whom. Where does the corpse hide Only the staunch smell of flesh...
 Flows away...everywhere.
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Drapes of Love

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Draping around my waist,  Your hands straighten up,                                                               The pleats of my saree

                                                         Around you move in my gaze,
                                                     Fingers play like on strings of a guitar,
                                                      Leaving me slowly in bewilderment...

                                                               Your favourite colour,
                                                                 You did never tell,
                                                  But you eye for that special one always.

                                                         Finally you touch my shoulder,
                                                            Leaving the end at its place.

                                                           It sways away in the breeze,
                                                              …

Does SOUL have a Gender?

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Does soul have a gender? It is the body that takes over... In each birth An envelope of visual difference Eyes see Skin feels But what is same? The deep seas Holding nothing... To something... To everything Beyond sense of understanding. If this envelope burns... How will you see me? Have you thought ever... The beautiful or ugly? It doesn’t matter then. The usual  And the extraordinary Is all same Beneath... Below... Deep... To the abyss, Where darkness and light Melt in the profound. To sink, to drench To become free Of what holds everything In place, sabotaged... Hostage... Enslaved. Does soul have a gender? To love you as a woman? Or to love you as a man? But to love, is it necessary? For me to be opposite of YOU? To complete the half that’s not You, Or to be like You To repel the love attraction.
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Second Chance...

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I never thought that time will fly like this and I would not be able to cherish the moments that I deserve. My little girl is now no more little but has grown into a lady....intelligent, smart and beautiful. But with time, Diana has become so quiet... and I wondered why. Sometimes, you think that your children would tell you all that happen to them...but they don't because they need space...to live their own life.

Falling in love is like a fashion nowadays....and with college going kids, it is sometimes a matter of status.The truth is that this duration destroys much of their scope for studies and a good career.
And falling out of love is equally disastrous...it destroys a healthy mentality and self confidence. and my dear little girl ... she didn't say but ... her eyes said all......her sorrow.

I couldn't get angry on her as I know it would worsen her condition ....she needs a shoulder to just cry out and feel light.And my biggest failure is that I didn't let her und…

To my dead Friend

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I am really disturbed with your absence dear...I think am feeling your pain...piercing deep into my heart...your words still echo in the silent corridor...crawling sluggishly...but still not reaching out of the door of my heart...I feel you are still alive but no....no more your smile caresses my smile...the lump in my throat is struggling to call your name...eyes following the crowd ....taking you over their shoulder...to burn you ...until no flesh remains on your bones... the ashes they would collect ... to immerse in waters faraway... your pyres ...burn my heart....the flames rise to burn me...but the irony is that I cant show anyone my burns...my soul bears all the scars...I am whipped... strangled...suffocated...but still am living....like a shameless creature...like a haunted mansion...and you pierce my soul every night...with your giggles and those soaked eyes hiding your pain..when the last time you said...I am ok! (C) Ravinder Kaur 21-05-2017 #tomydeadfriend
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Torn Apart...

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Kaafiya Milaao's prompt : It takes much time to kill a tree...

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It takes much time to kill a tree,
To forget the shade once you sat in,
And pull out each leaf. It takes much time to kill a tree,
To forget the fruits once relished...
And cut each branch It takes much time to kill a tree
To collect all memories
Untying those ropes from the swing It takes much time to kill a tree
To ward off the laughter
To forget the tears you once shared with. It takes much time to kill a tree
To shake off those hiding moments
In the game of hide and seek It takes much time to kill a tree
To forget that hearts you made
With initials of your crush within. It takes much time to kill a tree
Upon whose branches rested a nest
Chirping birds in the season green It takes much time to kill a tree
Under which you dug a pit
And hid those letters of love disease. It takes much time to kill a tree
Who was your confidant
In whom you felt safe with secrets deep. It takes much time to kill a tree
Who was your companion once
Who today looks at you with grief. It takes much time to kill a tree
It shou…

Anonymously Yours...

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Some nights became anonymously yours without my permission....they belong to you....your thoughts....but my days live in fear .... of losing you! Because in darkness... the echoes of fears fade away....and heart lights up with millions of glittering dreams....that promise me that we would never part...we would always dilute in each other like the ink in water....like the sound of me in you! (C) Ravinder Kaur 20-06-2017 #you
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Dreams of Love

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You quietly peep into me, reading all my desires, the half opened window still waits...for you to jump down and chuckle at the stolen kiss that once you took with you...the unpainted thoughts remain blank at your mention and my brush blushes in anticipation of the crime my mind would have committed but.....all this is a mere imagination of those wild horses upon whose carriage my thoughts travel...far away with you in the woods...where the wet silt holds my wedges deeply as the first rain drops touch our faces....and I slap myself for the sin you have committed... taking over by thoughts like a storm...and leaving my head full of fairytales where am yours and you....mine! (C) Ravinder Kaur 24-06-2017 Image: gettyimages.com

Rainbow Dreams

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My eyes melted in the arms of the night and hugged a dream...tightly enough that my eyes drifted in darkness for a while....and when the rays of light shone...I felt floating on a cloud....with the most unexpected person...you....
The rainbow was bright...so bright that I would hide behind you...and you would chuckle...embracing me, wrapping me in your arms....holding gaze so firm...that I would feel imprisoned...in their glow...the swans swam through the streaks of the rainbow...from one end....drowning into the other...and I would get scared when the blues turned black...and the rainbow rusted...forming a lifeless band...each swan dead at the fallen depths...and I scream....waking up....holding onto your arm....you were never gone...you can never go...please .... don't go! (C) Ravinder Kaur 27-06-2017
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