Saturday, 26 October 2013

Give and Take

Give and take, melodies in your name
One wouldn't mind replaying, reveling in thy glory again
Usher a note benign,
And then take it from there, to a song of your own
In this tedious melancholy of everyday, don’t struggle
Dare.
And pray why, you’d ask me? I contemplate…
Aren't these the days you've missed out on?
Time constructively lent to learning,
Something new, something historic, something different than the everyday
Grasp!
Take it in your stride, like you do
It’s this once in which you have
From an alternate where you wouldn't
Pray! What would that be? If not the maddening rush of this time, this day
It will tire you,
The spirits it thrives on, yearn to breakaway
Lend it, have it sail someplace far away
Where you can rejoice, rejuvenate what remains dampened with strain
In your mind, alight
Find your happy place.
Yet, take my word don’t lose hope, don’t give up, run away
For what’s worth a million,
It’s only fair to spend a hard day, in sweat and in pain
For what it’s worth
It’s only for you to gain.

Stare the gloom in its wake
With that glint in your eyes, stark shining like a moonlit night
Face the heat,
With that smile playing along your lips, a mischief’s delight
Beat the blues,
With the playfulness of your eyes,
Win your battle,
Like another test of times,
For what it’s worth,
Trust yourself
Believe,
That perhaps there isn't a groove that you see,
That’s your niche you've set aside.





Sunday, 20 October 2013

Memorable

One day, in a brilliant turn of events
 ‘Memorable’ came into existence
It was perhaps the most usual of instances
Yet distinct in the light of probable fortunes
There ceased to be a time for it
In the discordant mundane ticking of clocks and repetitive chimes
Yet it was held at the helm of compassion,
That could seldom be derived in space-time
Continuum in its league
Memorable!

Indefinitely conspicuous
Coerced by the vicious rut of ease over belonging
Chanced upon as the victim of Time
Trespassers would have never noticed,
None did definitely pry
Over the submerged exuberance of having found what most never live to see,
Nurtured and cared for like a juvenile, no less but in the arms of Time
The one that continues to falls short,
Even at a length of beseeching rhymes
Until they swivel towards ballads of lamentation
Even then in agony and despair
It ceases to be
Memorable

One of joyous rendering
Like crystals of downpour in light from the Sky,
And the mischief of the crescent by the night
It plays like Fire, far from demise
Careless as a Child
Mellow as a Muse
Conflicted, constricted by Space
Yet dwelling over Time
Always present in the act of the inevitable, Change
Yet never one to pause
Even in the event of placid confines
And harsh realm
For what belongs, stays
Irrespective of all,
Memorable.





Friday, 18 October 2013

دعا (Dua)

Unn lamhon ka kya hai,
Jo waqt ke saath behte ja rahe hain
Kya woh humare hain?
Shayad nahi,
Shayad haan.
Woh silsile aaj ke nahin
Jin sab mein hum aaj bhi chale ja rahe hain
Woh waqt hi hai shayad,
Jo humara saathi hai
Par kya who humara hai?
Guzar toh raha hai samay,
Ek waqt hum jeete the
Aaj bhi,
Aksar,
Aur shayad har din
Mujhe woh yaad aata hai
Woh waqt jisme hum mehfooz the
Gustaki maaf ! Har ek baar, hamesha rahegi
Kyunki sirf un palon par haq hai,
Jin sab mein hum aaj bhi jiye jaa rahe hain
Ye dua hai
Jo shayad kabool na ho
Ya shayad meherbaan ye samay ho jaaye
Ki waqt jo humara tha,
Woh pralay nahi


Beparvah woh naseeb hi gawah ban jaaye...

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Peril Of Calm

The anguish was waiting by the Peril of Calm
That's no harm done, none at all
There was denial behind the demure affection
That's no wound, not for now
Then the veil fell once
To pall, pall
The night looked radiant a midst a dwindling charm
Fading lights, a distant warmth 
The Peril of Calm in sight, yet hidden far
A sudden chill in the air, surprised even the whimsical city lights
So there it must have begun, a journey to the stars...
To pall, in the arms of the night

That wasn't a last, alas! 
It stays; for memories cannot vanquish what one yearns for...
And it can never seek restrain from the abyss where it freely falls
Like a quiver of clouds laden across the horizon at par
Onto the reminiscing blues of tangible waters 
To vanquish,
To pall, in the glory of the sight-afraid.