When clouds become flock of sheep... Your thoughts become fallen leaves... I dream about a weird tree... That is never green...


When dew drops load their weight on nights... Struggling to dilute as lights arise... Forming crystals of silver on broken leaves... Shining like diamonds bright.

Unwrapped day in buds of blue... Turning pots of uncooked stew... Flames of heat simmering then... To cook all day long then.


Propelled by the rising Sun... Increasing heights till up it hung... Then slowly sliding towards the end... In cool waters laying far at end.


The night dilutes its blue black ink Letting those trapped fireflies twinkle As the breeze sighs every now and then The moon stands still in masked silence.


Dreams emerge like ghosts Entering the sleeping corpses Touching their quiet hollowness Filling with sounds of forgotten voices.


When clouds become flock of sheep... Entering the borderless skies Your dreams they bring and take Across my uncountable nights.


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I never knew how past would again and again torment me...the little child in me stays awake. Wanting someone to hold my hand and say," it's ok...am with you." 
The shadows howl at me, singing crazy songs of childhood lullabies; keeping me awake. I fight with my mind to sleep. Lights blind me, disclosing the faces of known ones...my own ones playing with me... destroying my joy of childhood.
Am alone in this body...no one to hear but me the screams of my helplessness...am alone to survive the pain and agony which I am unable to comprehend and produce the same in written words or spoken. But trust me...am dying each day with the guilt of something, that I haven't done but being the victim of which has been more tormenting...
It's like seeing myself each night...fighting to survive the hallucination... fighting to survive the death of my childhood... 
Am fighting to slow down growing...to be an adult...to understand the vanished phase between my childhood and youth…

All the time, when we were near... We were never strangers.We were some old souls, soaked in our own warmth... in our own minds...on crossroads. Waving at each other... sharing smiles. 
We were never strangers, when we could feel how our hearts fluttered, in the crowd of two. We knew how much deep the darkness we have held inside...how much our lights have peeped inside, the cracks that were only scars and not fresh wounds...
We were  never strangers to the fact, that we were not even friends but we were also not enemies. We were strangers to ourselves...playing along the line... of ignoring our reflections in each other... we were two lonely souls, connected by a single smile. We were two wounded hearts, connected by a single dream. We were two stupid people, holding guns over each other... with only a bullet left in it.
We were never strangers...for we were the two lines of the single song...the song that was never audible to others, as they were deaf and we...we were two blind peo…

Sometimes, you fall in leaves and sometimes, you wait in morning dews... Love is planted in each heart, all have a heart but love happens to a Few...

Sometimes, you laugh in each flower and sometimes, you cry in rains... Love fulfils its purpose but all go through a similar pain...

Sometimes, you glow in the light and sometimes, you drown in the darkness... Love ignites a storm and also holds a calmness.

Sometimes, you know all answers and sometimes, you fear to question. Love makes all things clear but all you have is a big confusion...

Sometimes, Love is all you need... And sometimes, it is the only thing you have.

As the music in the background plays... we both have the last dance. 
My eyes have already started to show... but your blank face hides all you want to, or may be it's my assumption.
My fingers tremble... brushing around your shoulder... I wanna hold you forever... 
My lips stop midway... saying don't go as I turn to look elsewhere...my tears slip down to my cheek, glistening in the lights...
The last dance with you shall end soon...
I want this moment to freeze... 
May this moment never end...as I close my eyes keeping my head on your chest, my sobs escape and the pinch in my heart kills me to say," I must go.... I must."

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May be it's time to leave... The dreams that I had been holding... In my eyes for long. They were of you, but I dont see them coming true in any time.
Some dreams should be left to shimmer on cheeks...they never become reality, but the reason of our sadness...
You were someone, whom I see and become happy, but I realise that slowly, you are eating away my smiles bit by bit....
It's hard to take all this anymore.... either stay or just go.... 
Whom am I talking to... you dont even know, how it feels to be in love with a memory, that has been carved out like a inscription...only to be fade... mildly each time, I sleep with tears in my eyes. 

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I have lived in your little 'nothings' , where you keep hiding little 'somethings... naughty sometimes scary.

I have lived inside your memories of the past and in your hopes of future.

I have lived in your dreams in closed eyes and thoughts in your awakened state.

I have lived in you... as you  and also me.
I have lived... only to live with you.

I have lived only to die... for you

I have lived in your words... following the trenches of the silences.

I have lived in your breaths... knocking on your heartbeats.

I have lived in your fears that have no tears and also in fears that flew down the aisle of the cheeks.

I have lived in the fun you ignore of life... and also in the risks you take unthinking.

I have lived in the lanes... in streets of darkness where you left your heart unknowingly.

I have lived in those corners of the sanctuary where you peeped for some solitude.

I have lived in your loneliness... in the crowds around you without telling you.

I have lived... many ti…

किताबों में गुलाब कई बार मिलने की बातें होती हैं.... पर क्या कभी किसी का दिल भी किताब में मिला है???

मुझे मिला है... कभी धड़कन की आवाज़ आयी, तो कभी साँसों की खुशबू... प्यार की गिरफ्त होती ही ऐसी है... ऐसी लिपटती है, कि जान बन जाती है... 

क्या कभी जान भी रूठती है???

सांसें बेज़ार हो जाएँ, तो धड़कनें उन गिरवी सोने के बुंदों (झुमकों) की तरह हो जाती हैं... जिन्हें ना पहन सकते हैं और न ही, पैसे चुकाने तक नींद आती है।

मेरा भी कुछ,ऐसा ही हाल रहा... जब तक दिल को तसल्ली नहीं हुई, कि जो दिल में आ चुका, वो ज़िन्दगी भर का हमसफ़र - हमराही ही होगा, मैं भी बेचैन और डरी हुई सी रही।

उस किताब का ज़िक्र कर रही हूँ... जो मेरी ज़िन्दगी की, तस्वीर सी बन चुकी है... लाइब्रेरी में मिलते थे छुप के... इक किताब में सवाल पूछते थे... और जवाब जिसका दूसरी किताब में होता था...

एक पर्ची पे सवाल का पेज नंबर और किताब का नाम लिख के, एक दूसरे को दे देते थे क्लास के बाद... और जवाब की पर्ची ,अगले दिन... किसी और किताब में।  
आखिर ये सिलसिला तब टूटा, जब लाइब्रेरियन के हाथ इक किताब लगी, जिसमें गलती से सवाल की पर्ची रह गयी थी।  और हम द…

You were always there....timeless and in form and in the formless.... 
I was there, unaware of the bond we had.


You made me power; called me Shakti....detached to the attached you were, yet so sublimely inclined. In thoughts of mine, you prevailed....though unknown to me, as a close one...known. A stranger at every step yet my soulmate all the time.







When once I faced you...my heart knew, it was you from times ago mine...yet I was bound to believe that you can never be mine. 








Your one gaze made me love you...the love which existed but never was made true.

The night of our reunion went without your claiming me.... instantly I was hurt....bleeding my heart in the nights.







But how could Shakti be devoid of her Shiva ever...I reached you, called you....you became mine. I knew that I would burn...my human structure would become a corpse one night....but then I was always yours....death cannot make us part anytime.







From the half male-half female(Ardhnarishwar)...to the universe you hold inside...























Yo…

It's a promise that you love me...
It's a promise that i love you...

But better are which become vows...
And making our hearts bow...

The forever in the making...
The eternity in a life...

A promise is a token...
A formality of words from the heart.

That I shall never let your part...
Part away from my heart...

Even if for the rest of my life ...
I close my eyes.

A promise... a vow...
A musical note...

Carrying love.
Of Me and You.


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A thousand times...
I had told myself that, someone somewhere belongs to me.
I didnt know for sure...
But my heart repeated it has to be you.
What-ifs always stopped me...
But then, heart resolved to yell at me.
For once should I want you...then why not to say.

I Love You







A hundred times...
I told myself that someone too waits for me.
Somewhere, under the same sky...
Counting stars in a puzzled way.
What-ifs always stopped me...
And buts, always interrupted the themes.
But then for a moment, my heart stopped beating
When I was about to say.

I Love You









Just one time, I didnt hear my heart...
And only looked into your eyes...
My fallen dew, my dreams came true...
And out of darkness, shinning bright ...
All was you... and all is you...
Until my last breath.

I Love You


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मैं इक ज़िद्दी कोरे कागज़ की तरह, तुम्हे रोज़ चिढ़ाती हूँ... और तुम रोज़, मुझे नीले रंग से सजाने की कोशिश में लगे रहते हो।
क्यों भूल जाते हो, कि तुम्हारे हज़ार अल्फ़ाज़ लिखने के बावजूद मेरे अंदर का ये खालीपन भरेगा नहीं!


लफ़्ज़ों के बीच से मेरा कोरापन हमेशा झांकता ही रहेगा ... तुम जितनी भी कोशिश कर लो...कहीं ना कहीं तुम नाकाम ही रहोगे।

सारे ज़माने के अल्फ़ाज़ कम पड़ जाएंगे मेरे इस खालीपन को भरने में।  मेरा ये खालीपन, मेरी ख़ामोशी शायद तुम्हारी हँसी की मुरीद हो चुकी है.... इसीलिए तो, रोज़ तुम्हे पहले पन्ने से खुली आँखों से निहारती रहती हूँ... तुम्हारी कलम का मुझपे एहसास, मुझे बदरंग कर देता है।



और शायद तुम्हे भी ये एहसास होता ही होगा... जब तुम कलम टिकाने ही लगते हो, मैं झट से ज़ुल्फ़ों की तरह, पन्ना फेर देती हूँ... और उस पल्टे हुए पन्ने को देख, तुम्हारी खीझ पे मुझे हँसी सी आ जाती है...

माथे की शिकन बताती है, कि मैं तुम्हे कितना परेशान कर देती हूँ ...और तुम किसी छोटे बच्चे की तरह रूठ से जाते हो... झट से कलम वापस रख, तपाक से मुझे इस किताब की देहलीज़ के अंदर बंद कर देते हो।


शायद। ...  यूँ कैदखाने में इस कोरे…

You got it bad huh??? Very bad!!! Admit babes... you felll in love at an unexpected moment...caught offguard...why did you let down your guard? What did you think...you could fool the cupid?





His arrow didn't pierce you from the front but behind! He trapped you in his eyes before setting his aim...


He pulled it at a time...when you couldn't do anything...
Wake up you fool...you're getting drunk in the wine of love... which has no antidote...either you'll kill yourself by drowning in him or yourself...both will result in brutal death.


If you drown in his eyes, he would devour your soul and shatter you with your own will. And if he leaves... you'll drown in yourself...left to innumerable questions, tormenting you mercilessly... you'll drown in yourself... in the dark... pleading to die...to close your eyes for once just not to wake again...Such brutality in the hands of Love...





"Yupp....quiet you!!! Why do you care? You need not! Do you get that... you dont ev…

By the lonely lanes, I walk; looking up at the clouds... as my eyes follow the flying doves and stop at a bunch of flowers, those lightly scented ones... people call them hanging with spirits... may be that's why they whisper about you into my ears...they know how I feel about you, but I had never told anyone.

Sometimes, like the scent hanging in mid air... our love hangs in spaces between... the end of which is untied....fluttering free . Will you hold the other end, I doubt.

Without letting you out of my thoughts, am going afar.....closing all doors...which open towards you. So that when you wake up, you have no trace of me and my dying desire to love....you!
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"Dont become a forgotten memory... you are the one I never wanna miss thinking about."

As she said these words, tears dripped from her eyes. He couldn't do anything else than to hug her tightly and wipe away her tears with the sleeves of his white shirt.  Only prayers and nothing else slipped from his lips as he watched her disappear behind the doors of the operation theatre.

Sometimes it's a person for a lifetime that we want to live with... but time slips away like sand and moments disappear in thin air.

I wonder what makes two people stay in love like their life wouldnt end ever...

May be life is not meant for anything else...than to realise at end that we only craved for the three words.... for one person... and the heart stops to beat... breaths collapse... in one moment called death.

Souls turn lonely....lonelier with every minute. Sometimes there is so much to talk about but no one to....And sometimes it's easier to be silent than to utter even a word.

Man…

मैंने सुना है तुम मर चुके हो...
ऊपर से कट चके हो,
नीचे से गल चुके हो.


हवा से रूठके,
साँसें लेना भूल चुके हो,
सुना है, तुम मर चुके हो.


धूप में झुलस के,
छाँव में कहीं छुप चुके हो,
सुना है कि, तुम मर चुके हो.


करवटों में नींदें खो के,
ख़यालों में  मुड़ चुके हो,
सुना है, शायद तुम मर चुके हो.


क्यों इतना बदल चुके हो?
तड़पते हो, या तड़प चुके हो,
पर सुना है, तुम मर चुके हो.


कोई क़फ़न खरीदा है?
या दूसरों पे ही, ये भी काम छोड़ा है,
सुना तो है, कि तुम मर चुके हो.


दफ़ा करो अब इन यादों को,
इनमें रखा ही क्या है!
हाँ, पर सुना है कि तुम मर चुके हो.


क्यों तुम्हें याद करुँ?
आख़िर दिया ही क्या है तुमने मुझे?
पर सच है क्या ...कि तुम मर चुके हो?


ये  ख़ामोशी अब सहन से बाहर है,
कुछ कह ही दो.... यही कि सब झूठ है...
कि तुम मर चुके हो.


शायद ये ख़याल सबका बेक़ार है,
तुम मर गए, फिर भी कहीं ज़िंदा हो,
सुनती हूँ रोज़ यही कि तुम मर चुके हो.


यक़ीन होता नहीं,
फिर भी रोज़ पूछती हूँ,
क्या सचमुच तुम मर चुके हो?


लोग हँसते हैं मेरे पूछने पे,
कहते है शायद तुम ज़िंदा हो,
रो देती हूँ जब कोई मज़ाक बना देता है,
तुम्हे ज़िंदा, मुझे मार के कहता है…

I wished you'll say 'I love you' before I did... but the minutes have become so heavy that time has started to stand still... the glimpse of what we might be has flashed my mind often...
 I tremble with this unheard melody ... may be I should wait a little more... to hear how my name would sound each time when your lips touch each other to call my name.
Strange is this gaze... that captures time like a photograph...posing us in a lifetime- freezing smile, when I see my own reflection in your eyes...like there is no one else in this world but you and me.
Can ... can this be the forever that i have always dreamed of... can this be the eternity that I  had always wished for... can this time... we might be we instead of you and me???
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I never expect you to love me but then... who permits someone to love or be loved? But the fact is I always knew love happens unexpectedly... but I always thought it would never happen with me! But... It's so funny, I have started to feel things for you...  Your absence causes turmoil inside. Your presence makes me feel overjoyed... Even if I see you at the bus stand from far away... You become my smile... I know you cant love me because, I am the 5.30 a.m. train and you are the 11 a.m. flight. Am the bird that starts chirping when it's still time for the sun to rise and you are the sun that follows.  But... Am never tired thinking of us together ... May be you never noticed how much dumb I become, when you are around.... May be I am the only one to feel my helplessness to ignore you.
(C) Ravinder Kaur  #lovemakesmedumb
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