Thoughts & Reflections

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Category: Poem

She

she

Her touch, like tranquility in oneness,
Her presence, like peace in calmness.
Her smile, like million starts that shine,
Her smell, like rose petals in an old wine.


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Distant Love

She cries in pain, in anger, in sorrow,
For her love to return, to a lovely morrow.
And days seem to trudge, slower every day,
She remembers moments, with love and gay.

“Aha !! I wish, I wish you were here,
In arms of your love, to wipe every tear.”
She words these verses, to friends and foe,
As sings her story, with gaiety and woe.

The wait so tiring, so troublesome to her,
She tries in vain, the sadness it incurs.
She shuts her eyes, to memories of past,
Reliving emotions, if moments could last.

Her eyes now shut, it brings them close,
As distances fade, to the love they chose.
Memories made, with love of myriad shades,
Bringing her to joy, as her sadness fades.

Dedicated to one who knows 🙂

A love so yonder

Illusive creations, of mind, as they creep,
Into my life, unwillingly as I try to keep.
And never a moment, when I succeed,
I wish to have them, for times in need.

Marvels of nature enlivening the soul,
Sparking desires, whilst stories unfold.
Why the heart cries for a love so yonder,
Growing ever so merrily, ever so fonder.

When I ever tried to fathom, I tried in vain,
And yearn did my heart, heavy with pain.

My wish to find, my soul’s true mate,
Ended finding an alienated companion.

Aha ! I realize, why love, was never, ever away,
It shone here, in my heart, as it lovingly sway.
It lay within, in heart’s beats, my smiles, and tears,
In thoughts, every moment’s courage and fears.

And in a moment, I had a revelation,
That, love, heart’s own creation.
Indifferent of worldly beliefs and notions,
Is peaceful in the purity of emotions.

 
 

Light, by the end of the journey

By the end of the journey, flashes is a light,
Guiding us, through pain, fears and fright.
As vagabonds, we move on, searching a goal,
And yet that light is end to your flawless soul.

Ibadat

Khush nasib hai wo jinhe yu aasani se mil jaati hai mohabaat,
Unse pocho zara jinke dilo main aaj bhi chupi hai sachi ibadat.

Translation in English :
Those who find their true love easily are lucky beings,
Look at those who are still carrying their prayers in their hearts.

Kabhi woh dard us mehbooba ki yaad dilata tha,
Aaj woh mehbooba ki yaad hi dard de jaaati hai hai.

Translation in English:

There was a time, when my pain reminded me of my love,
Now those memories of love bring me pain.

Love – the elixir of life

And sometimes in love, lie desires obscured,
From the world, as the heart yearns, uncured.
Ah, there in rests the secret, the elixir of life,
Of passionate existence, victories in every strife.

And some realize that with its sweetness,
Others, feel the pain, of perpetual sourness.
Ah, that feeling sinks in, of sentiments so dear,
And emotions jumble, blurred and yet so clear.

The rain

Hark, the tinkling drops, festive mirth,
Experience, the blessing, of joy’s birth.
Behold, the drizzle, the dancing rain,
Liberate, your soul, of scorching pain.

Mother’s Day

A day that brings back innumerable memories.
And, those years of childhood, rejuvenate,
Ever so loving, ever so beautiful, her love,
A precious gift, nature’s most pleasant present. 

She was the hand, you learnt walking with,
She was the lap, you learnt sitting upright upon.
She was the happiness, you were showered with,
She was the motivation, you faced all the challenges with. 

She was the kindness, that filled with you with compassion,
She was the strength, that instilled in you life’s passion.
She brought forth the virtues, the morals within,
She was the cornerstone of your success, victories.

 And now, as time moves by, as she grows old,
She feels meek, before her kids, she once mould.
Hardly expecting anything, but a little care.
A little consideration, a little time to share.


There is a sadness within, a sense of guilt,
Of having never paid her back, with love.
What she made out of little kid today,
As, the heart fills with gratitude, for her.

Happy Mother’s Day 

 

 

 

Dream

Aha, a beautiful morning to wake up,
The dream that went by.
Oh, could I like turn it to reality ?
If only those powers were within me.

That beautiful lady, alone and drenched,
In the sorrow of what was not to be.
Pained by what she could not fathom,
In regret, and yet ever so unrelenting.

Why dreams mimic aspirations ?
And reality, those hidden apprehensions ?
Why dreams are sweetly brittle ?
And reality sorely bricky ?

Oh the lady, got lost, in,
My thoughts, dreams or reality,
Am I confounded by her presence,
Or does her absence lose me ?

There is a sweetness, in that dream,
As I revisit those experiences,
Moments that reality could never take away,
From the memories that I still hold close.

Remembrances Made

And time flies by, as memories fade,
A thought persists, of remembrances made.
As feelings emote, unsettling within,
Flustering , agitating & sometimes calming.

Oh, how I try to control, the self,
Oh, why do I control, the self.
There is a happiness within, a pain within,
Of remnants of our rendezvous, & interactions.

And then I look ahead, to the life ahead,
Thoughts appear journey’s perturbations.
Devations into the past, into the realm,
The realm of sadness, I can never let go.

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