Yellow Girl

The eyes denote a promise
You are standing high yet submissive;
I wonder will you be able.
able to deliver, able to perspire
Well she did momentarily:
But why it is a question to thrive?
Yu need not fly a silver line always,
You need not qualify the best always,
You ought to pledge a life-
You ought to pamper your best-
The days are enough to plan long,
my course sees the tainted wall:
stained, stressed and blorted with actions.
But I need a pat of love
you tame her for a use,
She nurtures you for a run
Till she gets an aura of honour
Let me settle down for the colour of horizon!

ऊंचाइ

 कभी ऊंचाइयों में मिलेगे तो कभी गीर कर संभलेंगे,

यह दिल जो आज नाराज़ सा है

कल कई दुआओ से बंद कर सजेगें

आज का गम हम ना लेकर चलेंगे

आपसे शिकायत तो थी पर कल का सूरज उम्मीद पर हैं;

सपनो का महल कल आधा सा था-

खामोशियां कुछ ज्यादा ही थी;

पर गुजरते लहरें कुछ छीन न सकें:

आपका साथ फिर से लौटा।

चाहें ये भी नया सा था तुम्हारे लिए!

जो वक्त के धागों को हम जुड़ते गए,

आज आपका इरादा सा बन गया;

 यह आदत भी काम सा कर गया!

Emancipating the Captive.

The value is today virtual;

I regain the sense of homecoming,

but this is binding me high

I declare the space habituated,

it seems life is indigenous now

then why did you fall a prey?

Crawling and creeping it is biting no bad

each day answers the uncertain tasks.

Moving away from known to never to be seen faces,

life is rattling uncertainty.

Terms are more recurring now,

you said bygone it will be soon

hey! what I still see promises meeting!

But it's a continuous shell preparing a mirage.

I term this as times of testing

you say it is tiring and stagnant.

The circle is devoid of a meeting point

the hold of soil seems stealer for faith!

The progeny is developing the signs of hope

Let this Independence present the silk of golden rope.

#goldenrobes @priya

यादों का काफिला

सुबह की यह सड़के

कुछ कहती है,

रोज़ इन पर गुजरते कदम

खुले आसमान को उड़ते देखा करते है

क्या कोई आस है इनमे?

कोई अनचाही चाह दबे पांव,

कारवाँ में शामिल होते हुए I

आज तुम भी कुछ आलाप रोशन कर दो;

वह अनकहि  बातें सफर के दरमियाँ,

वह अनसुनी यादें जो बरबस हो चुकी है,

उन निगाहों पर चिलमन सी ताक़त आज भी है I

आज तुम भी दुआ के दो कोष सुना दो;

हाथ तो हमारे भी उठेगे उस राह की सलामती पर

गुजरे हुए उस वक़्त की नज़ाक़त

इन राहो पर चहक उठी है,

अशआर लिखे भी दिए जो;

क्या कोई सुनता है?

पगडंडी पर खड़े होकर बस आहे बिछाए,

पर उस सुबह की सड़क पर कुछ देर रुक न पाए

Ode to Fragnance

The curve on my face,
is a sign of yours love,
the sublime you spread,
is a fragrance of your breath.
The creator, the nurturer;
She, a boon of light forever.
Came across the strengths,
but none display a brawn of pillar you have.
You stand, you fall for me,
yet you get my nerves right!
I speak volumes of speech,
you rattle, you smile  and win both
How do you conquer so much, mother?
You nod me as support,
but your womb is the world!
The clear sky you show from your lap,
the blue horizon you bring,
the virtuousness you cater,
the virtues you assemble
yet you unfurl calm and patience!
I frown, I cry
you shred them away,
a valorous star all the way!

Singing Love

The feathers are light today,
I breathe high in the sun
you promised we stay close
and here are the snow of love
the whiteness is strikingly smooth
we inherit the freshness
and you call me the starry beauty!
The love is precious as the,
angels gather pearls in my arms.
You walk past me
holding the strength of life.
I wish the garland glows
nourishing us a blessed hope!

Breviloquent

Your words are too piercy

I check them, nurture them

Yet you stand so classy!

The minimum length speaks volumes

I retain that audacity;

I feel that refreshing voice.

You are too loud yet unheard

You are too voracious yet feeble

The hands are waiting to hug you, 

feel you and charge you indefinitely.

Yet your few words are treacherous,

I dove in their shade and feathers cut high

You said not to mess you

You hinted that log of woods to stay intact

Yet, this man heard no soul.

You dying soul my nature;

I killed that breviloquence.

                                              ~~fortune robes