Fallen flower

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Yesterday

just yesterday

It got on

in all efflorescence

freshness of hues

majestic shades

glorified radiance

sweet fragrance

of a full bloom

blinding onlookers

in beauty,  that spoke

many languages

Alas
its fallen today

in the dust

amidst rotting foliage

desolate
discarded

a shrinking piece

blazing grey
beauty dwindling

to be trampled

to nothingness

life ebbing away

only silence speaks

sans words

the lost colour of life

Ah
nothing holds till eternity

save the memories

and memories are intoxicating at times

Alone again

She came

as promised

she called

as she stood

at the gate

inviting me

into her arms

I showed myself

but

from a distance

She signaled

an invitation

But I couldn’t go

She stood there

perplexed

unable to understand me

and my intentions

for my calling

and the failing

I waved her a bye

and left her

standing still

and now I am

all alone

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sans You

I am still the rainbow
sans the hues

I am still the food
sans the taste

I am still the night
sans its darkness

I am still the day
sans its glory

I am still the stars
sans its twinkle

I am still the moon
sans its eclipse

I am still the sun
sans its radiance

I am still the bird
 sans its chirps

I am still the song
sans the melodies

I am still me
sans YOU

Sweet nothings

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I have been
glued to my sofa
for hours on end now
my eyes weary
still gazes at the screen
my fingers numb
pecks the letters
I dillydally
I  murmur
my  sweet nothings

albeit
distanced by realities
and dissociated by veils
I have known you
understood you
felt you near
and felt your feelings too
seen your happiness
and your smiles
even your  wrath at times
the vastness of your thoughts
the verbosity of your expression
the verity of your affections
the warmth of your heart
and the depth of your love
all through your  words
that transports me
to some unknown realms
of  magical dreams
Shall I call it
a paradise of love?

Kudi Punjab Di

The bugle tolled the end of a yet another day

and hostel bound as I was winding up my way,

lost in dismal thoughts long gone astray

My tired eyes did not fail to see

A soni kudi Punjab di* when crossed by me

With a friend and engaged in a talk,

Perhaps she was out for an evening walk.

So much grandeur and beauty even in her stalk

Joy and laughter, much had her youthful face to show

While not a tint of sorrow could be seen on her brow

Oh! how much I yearned to walk up to her

and introduce myself and start a friendship dear

But alas, the courage within me could not be found

As my cowardice simply kept me bound

While she not caring even to throw a look around

carried on unawares with her usual round.

The passing opportunity I could not catch

But  I have her face to remember and the smile to match

I watched and watched and still watched some more

Long after my sight could catch her no more.

* Beautiful girl of Pujab
 

The crossed path

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Here I am in a distant faraway place.

a vagabond by nature and without a saving grace

and this girl i meet gives me a hidden glance,

and I am left to understand this sheer chance.

Her grandpa tells me that she is married,

so said her mother and her sisters too,

but she insists on that she was never married,

and I do not understand what is actually true.

I feel her white haired grandpa will never lie,

her mother and sisters too will not lie by and by.

Then why is it that she fervently lies,

oh, it's hard to understand those silent sighs.

I wonder if she is just joking with me.

or that she is simply mocking at me.

Is it that she is just flirting with me.

or is it that she is indirectly wooing me.

Her youthful face to me seems somehow cute,

and her speech when she talks is almost mute.

Her shying away smile is worth its plight,

for it has disturbed this heart's peace of delight.

My friends are taking chances to woo her,

and I too can't help stealing certain glances at her.

While it's true that opposite poles attract each other:

I only wish that my delicate heart would not falter.

I asked her that if she would go with me,

Her reply was affirmative with utmost glee,

I wish she would know that she is so young,

and that to someone else, I already belong.

Friendship under facade

Two individuals

wearing different facades,

of veiled identities

stumbled upon each other

one day,

somewhere

along life’s winding journey

through the sands of time

and  started a friendship

over a brief acquaintance,

in charmed  anonymity.

Unknown each to the other

Total strangers were they,

Known only by the guise,

They sailed along.

Never to be thawed by reasons

Nor be vexed by seasons,

Their friendship soared

in amiable curiosity

and pleasant serenity,

Their persona sacrificed

for friendship under the façade.

Treasuring sweetness beneath the veils,

They cherished knowing the unknown,

They despised removing their veils

for should the veil be removed

The façade would disappear

into the bitter woes of reality

and reality can be hurtful at times.

Life is a memory

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Life is all memory

set amidst

the complexities

of time

except

for the brief moment

at hand

and that too

escaping into the past

slowly,

unnoticed

in gradual leaps,

to be

the

memories of tomorrow.

The countdown

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The clock ticking every seconds,

The year somehow had passed;

a fortnight and a day more to go

in the final countdown of your arrival.

though the setting sun had risen,

and the rising sun had set;

The waiting albeit had been long;

The time is here for you to come;

come to the place where you belong

our home wherein we are to make,

our promises therein, we are to cherish,

The journey of life herein we are to tread,

The togetherness that will lead on.

The countdown eases my waiting;

The sacrifice a year has cost,

The faith the year has not diminished,

Though the year for me had been tough

and the paths without you so rough.

yet my solemn swearings are still strong

my conscience for you is still clear

you are being waited, my dear

Market meeting

Flocks of people

engaged their ways

trotted by unnoticed

at a snail's pace

and

all amidst the moment

my roving glance

meets

your shying away look

and

momentarily

head over heels

its infatuation.