I scatter myself..

I scatter myself to gather again,
Trying to seek the pieces lost in the way.
In quest for a new abode, a new plain,
I scatter myself to gather again.

To resurrect the moments discord has slain,
In order to let the harmony, finally, stay.
I scatter myself to gather again,
Trying to seek the pieces lost in the way.



P.S. :- This is an attempt at Triolete form of poetry where in the rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB. 

Written for United Poet's Vice Versa#10 challenge.

Who am I to you?

Who am I to you?

A friend or just a acquaintance.

A hope or just a moment of decadence?

What am I to you?

A beacon or the fire to extinguish?

A necessity or an illusion to relinquish?

Hours with you,

I am yet to deduce,

Am I a muse or a habit to amuse?

Memories

Memories

Memories,

dance past the mist of  my mind,

slowly, luring me away from the mankind.

Next to my dreams,

they feel, they love, they taunt.

Breathing like a parasite, they haunt.

Memories,

those wretched memories,

bleeding me, feeding me, those very memories.

Mirror

I wrote this poem as an experiment to understand the poetic form of "Double Etheree" better. It is not my best work but I am sure one day I will be able to write it perfectly.  

Mirror

Once,

I saw

her, aching

with the pain of

separation, with

tears falling from her eyes

and smile miles away from her.

But still she was not dejected.

She wanted to compromise with grief,

so that happiness can blossom again,

so that love can conquer her heart yet again.

Committed, to fight for herself again,

she dried her tears and stood to leave.

I wanted to wish her luck,

But was scared to see

her face, reflecting,

my pain, my vow

in mirror

standing

there.

Beyond!

Beyond






Strip


away

all that you 

find offensive

my religion, caste,

race,gender and color.

Beyond these masks there exists

a flame so bright, a soul so pure

God's shadow, His creation at best.

Open your eyes and see me for what I am.

Why?

Why did you built me a castle of lies?

Everyday, I discover a truth untold.

Everyday, I notice your lies unfold.

Each of you lies erodes a bit of faith,

Those untold truths taunts my trust like wraith.

You don't understand how those words brutalize.

Why did you built me a palace of lies?

Why did you built me a palce of hope?

Everyday, I discover a new dragon inside.

Everyday, I see someone's dreams crucified.

Each wall holds a chain to your past,

Each skeleton in them screams wat passed.

Was it meant jusy as a joke?

Why did you built me a palace of hope?

Why doesn't my heart learns from its mistake?

One of my older creations....Not very beautiful bt still it is mine!!! :)


Why doesn't my heart learns from its mistakes?
How much more it needs to partake?
It has been hurt, it has been torn,
Its feelings has been completely shorn.
But still it believes what people claim.
How can it be so foolish, so lame?

Even after being let down a thousands times,
It still expects people to share.
Even after being brushed aside for every dime,
It expects them to honestly care.
I don't believe why it still accepts their claim.
How can it be so foolish so lame?

But then I recall what was once ingrained,
Those who have faith can only stand again.
It might  be foolish, it might be lame,
But because of its belief, it will never be ashamed.

ये रिश्ता

ये रिश्ता 

जाने इस रिश्ते को क्या नाम देगा कोई 

कभी दूरियों की बर्फीली आँधियों में जला है ये 

कभी नजदीकियों की तपिश में ठिठुरा है ये 

क़यामत तक का तो नहीं अंदाज़ा हमें 

पर आज की सच्चाई है ये रिश्ता 

गुज़रे हुए उस पल की परछाई है  ये रिश्ता 

जाने इस रिश्ते को क्या नाम देगा कोई 

कभी सपनो की वादियों में खेला है ये 

कभी हकीकत की फिजाओं में उछला है ये  

उस बदली हुई हवा का रुख था शायद 

उन दबी हुई मर्ज़ियों से उपजा है ये रिश्ता 

उन अनकही अर्ज़ियों से पनपा है ये रिश्ता 

जाने इस रिश्ते को क्या नाम देगा कोई 

ख़ुशी का कहे या बरबादियों का कोई इसको ,

सही और गलत के तराज़ू के पार है ये रिश्ता,

जाने इस रिश्ते को क्या नाम देगा कोई 

सच तो ये है की उन खोई हुई खुशियों का अवाम है ये रिश्ता

मेरे दिल की हर चाहत की पहचान है ये रिश्ता 

How will it feel

Before I start, a clarification:- This isn't a Valentine fever poem. This poem is a fruit of boredom of past few daz....(It is selected frm a list of many)

The coincidence of it with 13th/14th Feb is beacuae of this misarranged trip...  :P

I wonder how will it feel

Sitting under the stars, I wonder how will it feel,

To resurrect all those dreams into real.

To melt in your arms,

To lose myself completely in your charms.

How will it feel, to love you at the end of every day,

To hear all night, all that you have to say,

To let you hear my mindless chatter,

To wake up in your arms, in a sleepy langour.

How will it feel, to express my love without any barrier,

To sleep, with you, sifting through my hair,

To scale with you, the snow capped mountain,

To dance with you, to the music of rain.

I know without doubt that future without you is already sealed,

But still, sitting beneath these stars, I wonder how will it feel.