यादों का खज़ाना..!!

वक़्त तो बस गुज़रता जाता है,

हम समझ ही नहीं पाते कहाँ गया!

पंछी की तरह उड़ जाता है,

हम खोजते रह जाते धरती की गलियों में!

बीती बातों को बीते ज़माने बीत गए,

हम क़ैद रह गए ना जाने किन पलों में!

जब भी यादों की गठरी खोलें,

खज़ाना सा बिख़र जाता है मन के मंच पे!

प्यारी प्यारी उन बातों को बीते ज़माना गुज़र गया?

छोटी छोटी उन रातों को रूठे ज़माना गुज़र गया!!

आईना जब देखते हैं तब एहसास होता है उम्र का,

मन तो शायद बचपन की गलियों में ही रह गया!

वो लुका-छुपी पकड़ा-पकड़ी के खेल जो खेलते थे हम,

खेलने वाले वो दोस्त के बजाय, या तो वक़्त था या मन!

दिन ना जाने कैसे ज़माने हो गए,

और दोस्त भी दुनिया की भीड़ में खो गए! 

ना जाने क्या जादू चलाया ज़िन्दगी ने हम पे,

हम ज़िद्दी बच्चे से बड़े समझदार हो गए!

वो माँ का आँचल, वो पापा की गोदी,

वो शादी का मंडप, और पहली खुश-खबरी,

अरे! कैसे भाग चला गया वक़्त?

अब तो हमारी गुड़िया भी बड़ी हो गयी!

ऐसे ही ज़िन्दगी बीत जायेगी फ़िसलती रेत की तरह,

और हम सोचते ही रह जाएंगे कि वक़्त गया तो कहाँ गया!!

(Fascinated by the speed of time)

Little Birdie & Golden Cage!

"Just one leap I need. A leap of freedom",
Said the little bird, with all her wisdom

Wisdom that had gone down the drains
When she fell for the cage, ditching her brains

The cage that was made of gold and pearls
It was the secret desire of a dozen girls

Girls that were pretty and wanted to play
Thought that the cage was from dough of clay

Clay that can easily be molded with their fingers and wrist
"A cage is a cage, even if it's golden", was it a quest?

A quest that was hard to unveil and demystify?
Had they thought the world was easy to defy?

World that has so much hypocrisy and rage
That's exactly what was lying in the cage

The cage that shined and attracted the bird
Little did she know, she'll never get to say a word

Words of excitement which chirpily she sang
Disappeared into air, poisoned by the fang

Fangs of the snake that hid beyond the glitter
Poisoned the bird's life and made it bitter

Bitterness, with her personality, had now intertwined
It had become a part of her heart, brain and mind

Mind that was once an epitome of cheerfulness
Had now become a house of boredom and dullness

Dullness that had encroached the bird's shiny face
Happiness had vanished, without even a trace

Trace, wish she could, even a little of her wisdom
While hoping from the cage, her "leap of freedom!"

Lifeless Existence!

I have learned to hide my tears,

And how to lie about my fears,

I have learned to cry alone,

Walk, eat and stay alone!

I have learned to bear pain,

Even if there's little to gain,

I have learned to be strong,

Even if i know it's wrong!

I have learned to kill things,

Like inner voice and feelings,

I have learned to make peace,

With life that has no peace!

I have learned to gain pace,

In this meaningless rat race,

I have learned to keep mum,

To be stone-cold and numb!

I have learned to laugh out loud,
Of course it's fake, but i'm proud,
I have learned to sing a chanty,
With a heart - hollow and empty!

I have learned to bury my head,

In this crowd that's widespread,

I have learned to live my life,

Without even feeling alive!

अधूरापन...!!!

आज इन आँखों में कुछ नमी सी है 

आज फ़िर महसूस हुई कुछ कमी सी है

तुम बिन दिल की धड़कन कुछ थमी सी है

इस दर्द को मिटा पाना कठिन सा है

इस मन को समझा पाना कठिन सा है

अपने प्रेम को छुपा पाना कठिन सा है

क्यूँ बिछड़ने के लिए मिलते है हम?

क्यूँ हमेशा साथ नहीं होते है हम?

क्यूँ मिलकर बिछड़ ही जाते है हम?

एक दीया जलाया था मन में विश्वास लिए 

हम साथ रहेंगे इस बात की एक आस लिए 

तुम पास रहो तो जलाते रहेंगे रोज़ दीये 

तुम बिन मन की सारी बातें अधूरी है 

तुम बिन खुशियाँ और ख्वाहिशें अधूरी है 

तुम बिन मेरी ये कविता भी तो अधूरी ही है...!!!

To my best man!

I am getting married in a week,

I know that makes you go weak,

You happened to be the first man in my life,

And now I’m going to be someone else’s wife,

Not that it’ll change the facts about you and me,

But still, quite different, everything will be!

All that happiness portrayed by your smile,

And then those sudden rushes of your bile,

It is obvious how you struggle with yourself,

To accept that I’ll be a trophy of another’s shelf!

You will remain special, just like you’ve always been,

I will always love you, and this, I really really mean!

I will never forget the special moments we shared,

When we showed each other how much we cared,

When we fought bitterly over what’s wrong and right,

And then to sort it out, we hugged each other tight!

Remember how I hugged you and slept like a little one?

Did you then figure out, I’ll be taken away by someone?

Remember how you’d compliment me when I’d cook?

I used to browse for hours together, that recipe book!

When I left the town to study further, I knew you were upset,

But then you understood, it was for a good career’s onset,

Months after months, I kept staying away from you,

And then at times I rushed back- just to be with you,

But whenever came the time to go away again,

Only your eyes showed the separation’s pain!

Your have never been able to speak about your feelings clearly,

But your actions have always conveyed that you love me dearly!

I still remember the look on your face when I got engaged,

I saw the complexity of the smile you had managed,

Down through your cheeks when came those tears,

They clearly expressed all your emotions and fears!

The ceremonies of my wedding, when you will witness,

I can very well imagine the level of your stress,

And when you will put my hand in his hand,

With a trembling body, you’ll manage to stand!

And I still wouldn’t know whether to be happy or sad,

This rush of mixed emotions has made me totally mad!

Sometimes when I look at your face, my mind gets bare,

It questions me, about you, how much did I care?

One moment I feel that I completely understand you,

Another moment I don’t know if I even know you!

Just like you, I’m not good with expressing too,

But I love you a lot, and you know it, don’t you?

The thought of being away from you brings me tears in a moment,

If imagination is so horrifying, reality will be one hell of a torment!

May be we were meant to be away from each other,

But our love is pure and strong, please don’t bother,

I know you feel you won’t have rights on me after I’m wedded,

But trust me- our rights on each other are forever embedded!

The greatest of poets would fail to describe our affinity,

To share our sweetest memories, we will need eternity!

Our relationship is always going to be the most special one,

Nobody can ever replace you in my heart, absolutely no one!

It doesn’t matter that I’ll be called “his wife”,

You will always be the best man of my life!!

We aren’t the only couple, who’ll face this separation- hardship,

This misfortune is a part of every father-daughter relationship,

But when hearts are near, these distances won’t matter,

Our love is the strongest, it will never ever shatter!

तुम बिन... तन्हाइयाँ!

  

यही मौसम यही समा था

ये दिल भी क्या आवारा था

कैसा मस्त वो ज़माना था

मन ख़ुशी के गीत गुनगुनाता था

ये हवा भी क्या दीवानी थी

करती अपनी मनमानी थी

बारिश की बूंदे हम पे उडाती थी

और मन के मोर को गुदगुदाती थी

आपकी कातिल नज़रें वार करती थी

और इस नादां दिल को घायल करती थी

फ़िर प्यार भी हम से बेशुमार करती थी

और हमे उस प्यार में पागल करती थी

आज भी वही मौसम है वही समा है

शाम आज भी उतनी ही जवान है

आज बारिश की बूँदें आपकी यादें लेकर आयीं हैं

इन बेकरार नैनों में आँसू लेकर आयीं हैं

इन होठों पे आपका नाम अब भी आता है

इस दिल में आपका ख्याल अब भी आता है

अब यही समा आपकी याद में रुलाता है

आपसे मिलने को ये मन खूब छटपटाता है

बेकरार हैं ये नैन आपकी एक झलक देख पाने को

बेचैन है ये मन आपकी एक मुस्कान देख पाने को

कंपकंपाते हैं ये हाथ आपको फिरसे छू पाने को

लपलपाता है ये मन आपको बाहों में भर पाने को

हर झोंका हवा का आपकी याद दिलाता है

जैसे हर पल आपको दिल के और करीब लाता है

बीते दिन याद करके मन मंद-मंद मुस्काता है

देखते हैं कौनसा करिश्मा फ़िर हमें मिलाता है! 

(Another attempt at Hindi Poetry - 12.09.2011)

Being A Spinster!!!

I lean over the window-pane,
And glance along the below lane,
I take a small sip from my glass of wine,
And silently wish someone was mine!


When I had the time to choose a mate,
I never bothered and left it to my fate,
Every man that came my way,
I always ensured he moved away.


Not that I had never felt the same,
But I thought being in love was lame,
I wish I had never imposed this ban,
Without an exception, on every man!


Now I wish I had someone all mine,
Who could share with me, this glass of wine!
Even if he were away, several hundred miles,
He would at least call me, giving me smiles!


As I see the clouds getting ready to rain,
I wish I had someone to share my pain,
Someone with whom in these rains I'd drench,
And on turning cold, his fist I'd clench!


I see the old couple in the neighborhood,
They seem together forever, since childhood,
Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a companion?
Who'd ride the bike of life, with you as a pillion!


The young couple is dancing in the rainy street,
And they seem to be enjoying it, like a great treat,
While I think I'm going to be alone every night,
I hold my wine glass, all the more tight!


I wish I gave a thought when the world said,
Staying alone could feel like life is unpaid,
I wish I took things in the right sense then,
When I had a space in the hearts of many men!


But I chose to take the road that was less taken,
Why didn't at the right time, my mind awaken?
Who's going to accept me now with these wrinkles and sags?
Apart from this bottle of wine and a few fags?


Wish I realized how important it was to have someone,
To wait for him to come home, to be his loved one!
When I hear the young lady upstairs moan,
With all my senses, I deeply mourn!


Who will forever take care of my needs?
Who will gift me necklace of metal and beads?
Will I always have to let my thoughts remain unspoken?
The glass accidentally slips from my hand, it is broken!


The fall of the glass, makes me utter a scream,
Oh! I was sleeping, and this was just a dream.
It is time hurry up and get ready for my new date,
And I know my nightmare is not going to be my fate.

His Silent Sobs!!!

Born in a small village in Uttar Pradesh, I was a naughty child,
Even on my disasters, my dad would punish me mild,
My mom said I was the apple of her old eyes,
We all were happy together, it felt very nice.

I spent all my childhood, lazing away with pals,
Unaware of large buildings, cities and malls,
My village was my world, I was a happy kid there,
Where every house and heart, to each other was near.

As I grew up, I realised life was quite tough,
Dealing with it, my parents' hands grew rough,
I was a grown-up too, and had to share the weight,
I even felt bad that may be I realised this very late!

I wanted to do something quickly, to earn big bucks,
But it wasn't possible by farming chicken and ducks,
So I decided to do something that made my parents cry,
But I knew the money would soon puff those tears dry.

I knew I drove pretty well, all the farmers would agree,
For driving tractors in their farms, they could award me a degree,
I decided to go to Mumbai, that’s called the city of dreams,
I would drive autos and taxis there, be a part of drivers' teams.

My mom totally cried her eyes out,
Dad too was upset, without a doubt,
They said they were happy in rags, wanted no riches,
They like their old clothes with hundreds of stitches.

But I was firm, to give them a better life,
I was ready to undergo a period of strife,
Would earn lots of money and save some,
So I can come back soon, back to my home!

With a heavy heart they agreed, what else could they tell?
But before I left, they wanted to hear my wedding bell.
I got married to this girl, as beautiful as the crescent moon,
I knew she'd take care of my parents, and be a real boon.

I had a beautiful month with my new bride,
I'd bathe her in money, I thought with pride,
Promising to call every week and meet every year,
I bade good-bye to each person who was my dear!

Then, to fulfil all my dreams, I arrived in this city that never sleeps,
I couldn't get off my head, the sound of my mom's and wife's weeps,
It wasn't as easy to live alone, as I had thought,
Had for this loneliness, with my family I fought?

But the toughest part was over and now I had to be strong,
I knew that my faith in myself would never prove me wrong.
So all set for every experience, I started to drive,
I was pretty sure, my family, of nothing would deprive.

I drive hundreds to their destinations each day,
And during those trips, a lot of things they say,
I hear all their conversations, and remain noiseless,
Even if I want to advise them, I remain voiceless.

There are husbands and wives that bitterly fight,
I can only miss my loving wife, every day and night,
There are young kids who lie to their mother,
When will I see mine? I can't help but bother.

The homesickness doesn't make me sick however,
I'm more motivated to work harder than ever,
I drive for all the more hours, may be 15 each day,
And I should be able to go back soon, I kind of pray!

Over is a year, and its time for an annual visit to motherland,
They're awaiting my arrival eagerly, with a flower-garland,
I go back to my village, my home, to my beloved folks,
And quickly passes a month, filled with love and jokes.

And the night before I leave, as if, for the war-field,
Talks to me, my bride, with her eyes tears-filled,
She says she doesn't like it without me, its too lonely,
And I assure her, it’s a matter of some more time only!

In a similar fashion, pass a few more years,
Slowly, with time, dried are her tears,
My parents died in their rags, not riches,
And garments for my kids, my wife stitches!

I skipped meals and saved more money,
Sending kids to school, isn't at all funny,
I missed seeing their first walks,
I missed hearing their first talks.

After every trip to home, I decided to put an end,
This would be the last time, I would purely intend,
But time kept passing, seasons after seasons,
My return kept delaying, reasons after reasons!

Now my kids are taller than me, not kids anymore,
But I still need to earn money, may be, a little more,
I don't know for how much more time, here I'll stay,
My head is half bald now, with scanty hair thats gray!

I still drive hundreds of passengers many places,
And back to my family, only my memory traces,
I see young girls and guys, they're all so fine,
Oh! So dearly, I miss those of mine!!

Is this a vicious cycle, I got trapped into?
Is there nothing that I could undo?
I missed living with my parents, kids and wife,
For all my life, I feel sorry, I kept missing life!

A non-mysterious Murder...

He was a cool guy. Tall, dark and average looking. Not that he had many friends or that he was too popular or a ladies' man, but he had a few friends which were very close to him and he meant a lot to them. In short, he wasn't a socialite as such but wasn't a loner either. He had a respectable social stature. A very intellectual person. Excelled in most things he ventured into. Had vast knowledge, could be spoken with regarding any topic under the sun. Quite a fun loving person. A dependable confidante for most of his friends. He also had an excellent sense of humor. Quick-witted, sarcastic humor. He knew exactly what needs to be said to whom in what kind of situation. He was an exceptionally caring person for his friends and family. Very very closely attached with his family. An extremely affectionate person. A lover of good food. A true appreciator of all forms of art. Endeared by all his friends. Respected by them. He was looked up to by his friends and family when they needed any help, practically and emotionally. He had the capability to be objective and analyze situations in that light. He was a sensible and a sensitive person. He wasn't too brave or daring but at least loved the ideas of adventures. He never had the best of anything but knew how to make the most of whatever he had. And he was satisfied with his life. He believed he didn't have any problems with his life and was quite happy with his life on a whole. A dog-lover. Quite amusingly gifted to note details of things. He also had the gift of gab. Loved to gossip. Had the capability to make one feel comfortable and valued in his presence. He always voiced against the wrong and stood by it till the end. He fought for others. Down-to-earth. Enviably happy and content with his life. He was a man with self-respect. In one word, he was Awesome.

And then, he let a girl enter in to his life.

All the awesomeness walked out of his life. His obvious problem was Choice. He made the wrong choice. He let the wrong girl enter his life. Now he's treated much worse than one would ever treat a dog. He never gathered the courage to object her when she was wrong. He can’t fight even for himself. And she never realized it on her own. Now he has friends, but no freedom to be with them. He is too tied up fulfilling her whims and fancies. No more attached to his family. Has lost the appetite for happiness, probably even forgotten what happiness and contentment feel like. Hasn't had fun in ages and forgotten what smile and laughter are. Humor? Not in touch with that either. Now, there's only one word for his condition: Awful. Friends can’t help but pity his life. She is the murderer. But it was no back-stabbing. He chose it for himself. She murdered his awesomeness, and he let her.

True Story.

Eternal Retrospection!

I look into the mirror with my lips smiling

And I'm quite aware my mind has qualms piling

I move closer and peep into my own eyes

And suddenly my dazzling smile dies

Is my life as perfect as I had premeditated?

Or has it, on a wrong path, widely deviated?

Now my lips neither smile nor frown

And in this important thought, I drown

Did I move on to fulfilling dreams I had treasured?

Or by my own wrong choices, was I pressured?

I know that it isn't exactly as I had always wanted,

But with every wrong thing, it isn't even haunted!

Nothing is wrong, yet nothing is right!

In nothingness, with this world I fight!!

Is the delicate drape of my fancies torn

Because every rose comes with a thorn?

Are my desires too much to gain

That it takes bearing so much pain?

No, I'm not a coward; pain I don't fear!

But so much on my mind is still unclear!!

Is it the world that's really so rough?

Or is it my mind just playing tough?

I have seen everything has always had a reason,

Why do I still feel there's surely some treason?

Why can't I decide if it’s all good or very bad?

I don't even know whether I'm joyful or sad!

Nothing is wrong, yet nothing is right!

In nothingness, with Myself I fight!!

मीरा का प्रेम!

यूँ तो विश्व की हर ख़ुशी मेरे पास है

किन्तु फिर भी आज ये मन कुछ उदास है

लगता है जाग उठी फिर तुम्हे पाने की वो आस है

शायद इसलिए आज फिर ये मन उदास है!

आज भी याद है वो पल जब तुम्हे खोया था

दिल मेरा किस तरह से चीख चीख के रोया था

तुम वो सपना हो जो मैने बचपन से संजोया था

कैसे भूलूं वो दिन जब तुम्हे पाकर मैने खोया था!

एक अल्प सी मुलाकात थी जब तुम्हे जाना था

प्रेम मेरा निश्चल था, ये तुमने भी माना था

फिर उसके बाद हमे अलग अलग राह अपनाना था

बताओ इतना आसान कैसे ये कह पाना था?

क्या तुम्हे लगे मेरे प्यार के वचन झूठे

या किसी और कारण से तुम मुझसे रूठे

तुमसे दूरी का दुःख हर ख़ुशी मेरी लूटे

क्यूँ मेरे प्यार के सपने सारे टूटे?!

क्या मुझसे कोई भूल हुई जो तुम दूर चले गए?

या किसी विवशता में तुम कठोर बन चले गए?

इतना तो बता दो की क्या प्रेम मेरा साथ ले गए

या उसको भी तुम रास्ते में कहीं छोड़ कर चले गए?

सुना है कई बार मैने की साच को कोई आंच नहीं

जिसे तुम तोड़ गए वो ह्रदय था मेरा, कोई कांच नहीं!

सच्चा है प्रेम मेरा, इसे झुठला सकती कोई जांच नहीं

एक ही है प्रीतम मेरा, द्रौपदी की तरह कोई पांच नहीं!!

लौट आओगे फिर से तुम, आज भी ये आस है

आज भी तुम्हारे प्रेम को पाने की वो प्यास है

टूटा हुआ ही सही, 'मीरा' का ह्रदय तुम्हारे पास है

मेरे जीवन की साँसे, तुम्हारे लौट आने की आस हैं!!

[My first composition in Hindi :) ]

The Reason...

Many a times you feel very happy or sad, so much so that it shows up in every thing you do. You might not care about what people around you think of whatever you do in that flow of the feeling. You might just sing loudly, dance around, walk with a sway, giggle and chuckle, crack stupid jokes or sit quietly with a long face, not respond to conversations properly, be gloomy even in an environment of total fun.


In either of the cases, people around you who care about you would ask you the reason for your happiness or sadness. And you wouldn't mind telling them provided that you knew the reason yourself. And then you start thinking about the reason why you feel that way.


I feel one should try to find the reason for sadness only and not that of one's happiness. The logic is simple. Why do you need to know the reason of your happiness when you are already happy? You should figure out the reason for your sadness because that helps you understand the problem that's the root cause of your sadness. And once you know the problem, you might try to solve it or compromise with it. 


Now, if you feel you should know the reason for your happiness so that you could make it recur time and again... Think about it again! Don't you anyways know what makes you happy? Are there really so less things that make you happy that you would like to repeat the reasons of your happiness time and again?? Can you actually control things around you so much that you manage to make that reason recur??? 


Seriously, do you need to waste your time trying to figure out the reason instead of enjoying the state of your happiness? Is it really worth those precious moments??


So, now you know when to look within yourself for 'the reason'... 

Happy (?) International Women's Day...

It’s International Women’s Day today and there are all big talks about Women Empowerment and Men-Women Equality. Women are given a lot of rights which make them feel powerful enough that they feel they are rubbing shoulders with men. I don’t want to speak much about the scenario of women around the globe. I would like to talk about the condition in my still-a-male-dominated-country, India.

In India, women have been given a lot of liberty. They are granted the right to vote. They have reservations in the parliament. They also have reservations in the local buses in most of the cities. In fact, I would say this is too much of a liberty because men are not allowed to occupy the seats reserved for women whereas women can happily sit on those not reserved for them. How unfair! Most men would agree with me here.

Now let’s flip the coin and see its other side. Before going to the extreme conditions, let’s consider a normal urban family with a daughter. As soon as the daughter starts growing up, parents start bothering about her wedding. In many societies, the education of the girl is also decided keeping in mind her marriage. Like, such a profession is chosen which doesn’t require the girl to dedicate most of her day for her work.

Walk on the roads of any city and you might not even notice what men are wearing, what they are doing. It’s not an abnormal sight to see boys wearing shorts or smoking on the roads. But if a girl is seen smoking or wearing shorts, no eye is going to ignore it. Oh yeah, only women have bodies and smoking is injurious only to women!

There are areas in every city which are not-so-female-friendly after sunset/before sunrise. It is risky for women to even pass through such places probably because a lot of men keep hovering around there. I wonder if any city has a not-so-male-friendly area. Eve-teasing, rapes and murders, blackmailing for sex- I do not even need to discuss these. It’s just so easy to blot a girl’s character whereas barely anybody bothers about the characters of men. Why is only the female’s life a hell when she gets pregnant without getting married? Isn’t a man also involved in making her pregnant?? Why doesn’t the society torture him as much as it tortures the female???

When it is said that a daughter is equivalent to a son, why isn’t a daughter allowed to cremate her parents? If there is no son in the family, then either the son-in-law or a nephew would cremate the parents but a daughter doesn’t have the right to even attend the funeral of her parents.

There are so many villages in the country where female foeticide is still prevalent. And as an initiative to stop female foeticide, when government started paying the parents for delivering baby girls in hospitals, they resorted to the already existent female infanticide. Imagine a new born baby being fed crushed pieces of glass instead of mother’s milk, drowned into a bucket of milk, thrown into a well/river, buried alive in the ground, fed poison, stabbed, cut into pieces and thrown in a dust-bin just because she is a female. It gives me goose-bumps and night-mares.

Killing for dowry, burning a newly-wed who came to her husband’s house with so many dreams to fulfill, harassing her parents to send more money every now and then, blaming her for delivering a baby-girl although it’s the father who actually determines the sex of the child- it still happens in many parts of the country.

Most of the girls aren’t sent to schools in villages despite all the awareness spread about female education. They are made to learn all the house-hold chores instead. At the age of 12-13, these girls are married to men who are about 10 years older than them. And then starts another set of problems like miscarriages, health issues, and young deaths due to horrible diseases. Is it even possible for a girl of 14 years to deliver a baby? What does she even understand? She is a child herself, for Heaven’s sakes.

Is this fair for the females now? But still they carry on their lives, even without complaining in many cases.

A woman is one of the most beautiful creations of God. You can feel her innocence in the form of a daughter. You can feel her care in the form of a sister. You can feel her warmth in the form of a friend. You can feel her passion in the form of a beloved. You can feel her dedication in the form of a wife. You can feel her divinity in the form of a mother. You can feel her blessings in the form of a grandma. Her heart is so tender, yet so strong. She is a Woman!! She deserves love and respect. She deserves the right to live and feel safe.

[Thanking Vipul for sketching the Amazing picture that could capture the essence of this blog-post]

Your Goodbye!

As you take off to fly high in the sky,

And you bid me a sweet good-bye,

On both our faces we have smiles,

You’ll fly so high, so many miles.

I’m so glad; your dreams came true,

All your efforts have got you through!

You’ve lived for this; you’d die for it,

Of this success, you deserve every bit!

So far, so good; all is better said than done,

You’ve gone away from me, and it’s no fun!

No doubts you’ve achieved your goal,

But my life seems to be in a black-hole!

I feel the cool breeze go cold-hearted,

Getting too strong to be pleasant,

It’s turning wild and hurting me,

As if the skies are punishing me.

I am in a dilemma; happy as well as sad,

I’m unable to decide- is it good or bad?

You’ve got the right path, which you must follow,

I know it for a fact, but my heart feels hollow!

You had to go, and now you’re gone,

But I’m still here, and I’m all alone,

You know how strongly I love you,

And so how much I’ll miss you.

And from the high skies, on this earth when you dive,

After coming back, I hope you find me alive,

Tired of the pain, my soul needs some rest,

But for all your endeavours, I wish you ‘All the Best’.

[Composed by Me (“Nidhi Bagdia”) on 12th October, 2008 (12.10.08)]