sapna

 aaj maene ek sapna buna tha,
 doa pal merae paas bhi baetha .
par fir usae lae gaya koi apna.
kehna kya tha.
band ankhon sae, 
silly hassi sae dae diya usko.
reah gaya ek ehsaas.
 jo mera tha mera hae.
kaash ki kuch aisa ho jayae,
jo ruthae hain merae mujhsae.
kal wo lot kae aayain.
aakae mujhko galae lagayain.
meri  kori hassi lotayain.
ek naya mausam dae jayain.
aur usae main baantun tumsae
 har pal,pal pal.
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hope floats

Morning sun shows,
I am standing alone.
Who stole my heart and soul.
That is the thing,
I cant do without.
I did try.
But this heart aches in melancholy.
This empty feeling,
I can't hold more.
I am scared,
No shoulder to cry on.
Where is my angel?
To sprinkle some love on this less broken heart.
To let this hope float.
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an angel departs today...

An angel departs today,
Leaving us in hands of mother earth.
Showers of tears bid farewell.
Here I am waiting for the last touch.
Touch I felt every morning,
As a wake up call in the bed.
Touch embraced me in special moments with a warm hug.
Angels departs from responsibility,
leaving me in hands of mother earth.
Responsibility of saving me from undiscovered world.
Responsibility of thinking for blooming flowers.
Responsibility to condition their love and polish their words.
Angel departs from locked cage.
Cage he locked for the little birds.
To keep them original for the mother earth.

P.S: lost but not forgotten 1995.

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my love

I survived your love,
You knocked the doors and moved in.
I survived the days of blooming flowers,
Your hugs and kisses bestowed on me.
You received the appreciation for loving the innocence.
your beautiful gestures carve me,
for next move in your arms my love.
My eyes hold the feelings,
My hands touch the deep skin.
I smell no love.
I read no love.
What you hold for me i thinkth is not love.
I love myself for being a women,
But i never survived an appreciation.
I demand those words from you my love.
Or grave me in your thoughts,when i am in your arms
"with love and some flowers my love".

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...still.......

Still I am awake for another lonely night.
Still I hold U in my eyes.
Still life urges to tell a story, in thoughts tonight.
Still heart is serene for you,
doesn't wanders for another destination.
Still life is on a nomadic route like a river.
But I am waiting, "still" for the dawn & another sunrise.

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introspection

I need no master to teach me a thoughtful Art.
I need an aching heart,
pleading for expression of thought.........

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*....***..........

For art though shall be praised,
You need no friends or foes.
You need an art, thy shall please,
The acknowledging words will follow.

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