Friday, September 26, 2014

Husband

Husband,

Hi there…
Sorry I addressed you as that, but it’s all right isn’t it? In the sense that time will be still somewhere when I think of you, and in that moment you will always be him… Husband, it is only when time will realize that the moment I breathe in now is different from where it is standing still that it will know that you’re now what people call memory.
But that’s okay too isn’t it?
When I fell in love with you all I wanted was for you to be happy, when you fell out of love with me all I wanted was you to be happy. So I got up, wrapped my leftover-ocean of love for you and puddle of self-respect in the shawl around me and left as fast as my feet would allow me too.
You know how I am, how I attach life to inanimate things, how the shirt I stole from you was the one I’d wear when I needed strength and how all it does now is weaken me further. I bought a bottle of your perfume the other day, yes the same one that I bought for you and you started getting “all that attention” in office because suddenly you were “smelling good”.  You still do, in my head, but I hate it when the smell on your shirt was fading away even as I held it (TFIOS much? Yeah yeah) so it still gets its daily dose of AXE. And I still make Khichdi when I miss you.

Don’t expect me to ever heal from you, which might never happen. But don’t expect me to pine for you either.
I have a human heart that can sometimes be broken in so many million pieces that it hurts like a glass shard piercing you eye every time you breathe. But I have super human will, I will never ever want you back, even if you want to come back someday. Because what we had is now gone, it was perfect even with your sloppy sense of humor and my begrudging romance it was perfect. And now it’s just that… “was”

Just give me this… stay happy.

I’ll find my happiness don’t worry, I always do.

Love,

X

Monday, September 22, 2014

Bring Back The Romance


Oh where to has it vanished?
The charming and the chase?
When did men decide?
To skip the wooing phase?

When talking to her once,
Was no less than miraculous fate?
When it took guts and glory
To ask her for a date

Wooing was an art,
To be taught and told
And flowers in full bloom
Were by the dozen sold

Why don’t you come and ask me
“Honor me with a dance?”
Dear men it is upon you
To bring back the romance

Woman don’t be afraid to
Test how earnest the advance
Mon Cherie it is upon you
To bring back the romance

The ardent letters inked
In scarlet desires deep
Let your eyes reveal
The secrets your mouth can keep

Dear men learn to bow
To the beauty of the mind
Invest in conversation
And a diamond you will find

Ladies stop feigning dumbness
Be fierce and fear none
Why settle for a flame
When you’re meant to be the sun

Oh court her like a Queen
Like she is your only chance
Dear men it is upon you
To bring back the romance

And if you crave the stories
That waft from the streets of France
Ladies its up to you,

To bring back the romance

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Gulzar sahab... ek kalam jiski siyaahi se meri ungliyan raushan ho jaati hain



"Ravivaar ki dheemi nabz pe baitha
Maano marzi se sar bandha marz
Aisa koi shayar mil jae agar
Jo neendon ko sona sikha de
Dil mei ghar kar jae iss qadar
ke khushi se rona sikha de"


I Will Sleep At Dawn




Into the night her sleep wandered,
In forests made of ink and paper, 
She held on tight to the light that shimmered, 
From the bed side of her lamp,

And sleep was her favourite friend, 
For it understood the silence, 
The silence that her yellowed books 
Embroidered on her soul,

 She urged the moon to shine forever, 
The dirty lanes of the city became idyllic in the street light, 
The moon sighed for he had to bid good bye 
For his beautiful borrowed light, 

Had a debt to repay to the sun, 
And so she waited an endless day 
For her beloved moon to return, 
And sleep oh lovely sleep was forever her only friend 

For sleep oh lovely sleep didn't come 
Till the moon's shift would end 
And she would keep her dog eared book aside 

Only for a moment 
to catch the amber sun 
bleeding into the sky



Thursday, September 4, 2014

Mohar



Vo zamaana aur tha
Jab dil ki galiyan maidaan hua karti thi

Vo zamaana aur tha
Jab dil ki galiyan maidaan hua karti thi

Ab toh surat-e-haal ye hai ki
Daraaron tak mei malba quaid hai

Daakhila toh muft hai magar iss
Tehes riyaasat ki murammat ke
Tamaam akhrajaat tumhare hain

Bhardo jo haami lakeeron ki daleelon ki
Bhardo jo haami lakeeron ki daleelon ki
Toh tamaam kaghazaat tumhare hain

Mai ye nahi kehti ki tabaah sheher mudh ke saans nahi bharte
Na ye munaasib kehna ki bevafa baaz dafa wafa nahi karte

Haan magar seelan se namm eeton se
Mehel banaane ke khwab tumhare hain

Zang quaid taaron se taaj bunn pao agar
Zang quaid taaron se taaj bunn pao agar

Toh baanh pe ghaat diye baaz toh kya
Moondi ankhon mei chipe surkhaab tumhare hain







Image courtesy: GypsyH , Deviant art