Secretive Writer

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Cold, quiet nights.
A song that plays
again and again.


Broken Me !!

Beginnings and endings,
Mornings and nights.
Smiles and sorrows,
Thoughts and words.
Dreams and reality,
Love and hate.
Here and there,
In and out.
High and low
Together and alone.
As Opposites they are together
Yet Different from each other.
Not meant to be…

A glass half filled,
Is also half empty.
To each there is more
‘One’ stands incomplete.
You fill me up,
Yet a part remains empty.
You’re the sunshine,
I’m the darkness deep.

The space isn’t between us,
It is within me.
How can something broken
Ever Be Whole & Complete?

A fresh page you are,
But I’m the broken pen.
How can you write a song
That has no melody?

I am but a broken mirror
How can I reflect Beauty?
If you come too close,
I’ll cut a wound deep.

I’ve said this once,
I’ll say it again.
I am in love with you,
But you should leave.
There is still time,
Walk away from me.
Or all you’ll be left with
Is a Broken Me.

Koi khaas nahi !

Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi…

Ek dost hai kaccha pakka sa,Ek jhooth hai aadha saccha sa.
jazbaat ko dhake ek parda bas,Ek bahana hai accha sa.

Jeevan ka ek aisa saathi hai,Jo door ho ke pass nahin..Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi…

Hawa ka ek suhana jhonkha hai, Kabhi nazuk toh kabhi tufaano sa..
Shakal dekh kar jo nazrein jhuka le,Kabhi apna toh kabhi begaano sa..

Zindgi ka ek aisa humsafar,Jo samandar hai, par dil ko pyaas nahi…
Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi…

Ek saathi jo ankahi kuch baatein keh jaata hai,Yaadon me jiska ek dhundhla chehra reh jaata hai..

Yuh toh uske na hone ka kuch gham nahi,Par kabhi-kabhi aankho se ansu ban ke beh jaata hai..

Yuh rehta toh mere khayal me hai, Par in aankho ko uski talaash nahi..
Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,Tum keh dena koi khaas nahin..

Smile More. Laugh often. Love Always !

P.S : This is an old post.. It’s just something that was ringing in my head again.. so posting it 🙂

100 Happy Days – Day 7


Happiness is being poetic on my blog..

Stay Happy, Stay Blessed..

Miss S 😄

Lost in Translation.

Wow !!!!

Lost in the Echo.

The beauty of the night
Adorned by the moon
The cold wind ruffled
While the dark clouds scattered. 
The luminous darkness
Surrounded the life
In colors of two
The black and the white
Drowned in admiration
Which never ceased
The unspoken glittering stars
That shone the cold windy night
Stories that spread unheard
Mysteries that are left unsolved
Float in the visible darkness 
Almost invisible in the naked light. 
Stories we create, under the dome
Of glittering stars, of diamonds in the sky
But, what story do that tell ?
What mystery do they hold ?
A poem by a friend. 

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Dew & the Breeze :)

O’er the kiss of the his,
Her smiles breached the horizon.

He whiffs,
She flutters.

He twinks,
She winks.

Entwined are they
In a dream beyond reach

He never said,
What he felt.
She always felt,
What he never said.

Thus the story of love,
between the Breeze and the Dew.

Never mine to keep..

Sleepless nights.
Unvoiced sighs.
The absence of him touching through my skin,
The absence of his voice..
Silvery moonlight.
Star-spangled skies.
Like a sad lover, 
The night weeps on dawn’s doorstep.
Neither can remain in the presence of the other.
The hazy red of sunrise.
The wind in my hair.
The parting gift of the dying night –
Is a nip in the air.
And the glare of the sun,
A rude awakening.
Was I another Pygmalion
In an absurd dream?
Doomed to love a mound of stone till death.
Doomed to long for him to awake.
Whilst he slept his blissful, eternal sleep.
Perhaps, after all-
He was never mine to keep..
He was never mine to keep..

Moving on..

याद हैं मुझे वो गुज़रा ज़माना

रोज़ तेरी ज़रा ज़रा सी बात याद किया करते थे,
और मुस्कुरा देते थे,
ज़रा ज़रा संभल संभल के मोहब्बत की थी,
तेरी हर भूल को सही साबित करने को
कोई वजह ढूंढ लिया करते थे..
झूठ खुद से जाने कितनी बार कहा था, मगर..

जिस झूठ से कुछ भला हो वो कहाँ बुरा है,
यही सोच के खुद को समझाया करते थे |
कुछ जोश था, कुछ तड़प, कुछ बेचैनी थी उन मासूम पलों में
मज़े में थी, मगर फिर भी, ज़िन्दगी मुश्किल हो चली थी
पिछले कुछ दिनों में,

रोज़ तुझे ज़रा ज़रा सा भुलाया है,
ज़रा ज़रा सी तुझ से नफरत की है
तुझे हर कदम पे इलज़ाम देने को
कुछ न कुछ वजह ढूंढ ली है
जानते हैं की ये नफरत, ये इलज़ाम सब झूठ ही है, मगर
वो झूठ जिस से कुछ भला हो, वो कहाँ बुरा है
यही सोच के खुद को तसल्ली दी है |
नजाने कैसी अजब सी शान्ति है, इस झूठे खेल में
मज़े में हो न हो, ज़िन्दगी मगर अब आसान हो चली है |

किसी को पीछे छोड़ना, कहीं से आगे बढ़ना, शायद अब आसान हो चला है….

P.S : This is not written by me.. I found this in my old word file, I probably had read it somewhere and saved it.. It’s beautiful and that is why i am posting it here..
ab asaan ho chala hai 🙂

Dream !

“It seems to me I am trying to tell you a

dream–making a vain attempt, because no

relation of a dream can convey the dream-

sensation, that commingling of absurdity,

surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of

struggling revolt, that notion of being

captured by the incredible which is of the

very essence of dreams…No, it is impossible;

it is impossible to convey the life-sensation

of any given epoch of one’s existence–that

which makes its truth, its meaning–its subtle

and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We

live, as we dream-alone.” – Joseph Conrad

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