Main Pyaar Ka Deewana
Sab Se Mujhe Ulfat Hai

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Excitement Of The Eyes

Eager are the words of excitement in the eyes
and are aware of care the speeches have to keep
Like early rays emanating from the sun in rise
and forgetting wounds from fight with past night's sleep.

To grow free from fears and all hateful vibes
and to look beyond the uncertainty in the dreams
dreams enduring ages, dreams connecting lives
defeating failures the same as cruel all schemes.

The pages all behaved in the calmness of the dawn
and sweetend in the likes of canary shows
in brightness growing wild, soon it all is gone
as the sweetness of the canary in a murder of the crows.

All gelded pages innocent, ruffled to their roots
and fearing from being lost in lusty winds
They wish to be saved with their attributes
before being carried away in the gusty evenings.

They return to be healed in their soul
and eyes are closed in defeat and pain
wounds are washed as some salty drops roll
To rise, to hope and to dream again.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

My Happiness Hill

To those days indeed I owe a bow,
To the mornings and evenings equally so,
for what that is a light or delight, who knows ?
And blooms in both flowing to and fro.

Ah! The rain! A spray of the dew of the paradise
A boon, a miracle or an awaited prize
Are soaked in scents no earthly flower holds
clouds, those days they tessellate the skies.

The earth had none but in the heart a puny ache
For a celebration of true eternal make
To dance off all her dust and in her attire all adorned
Sans contraptions sans fears and just for goodness sake

What wish to make? What plume to hire?
Earth's happiness is no ruby no sapphire
A day of beauty and that beauty to come to stay
And to complete the earth to her heart's desire

Some baths I have taken in its sun
However sober but celebrations have begun
I have drunken deep from its melting of the moon
the drops collected in the depths of my earthen urn

Whispering breezes have let their secret spill
adornments of the earth too are in a thrill
the day, the most beautiful among days has come again
It calls me, It takes me to my happiness hill.