Sunday, November 24, 2013

Blink of an eye

Passing lights,
Air gushing through Windows.
Shadows creating various sights,
A simple wish to exchange hello's.
Sweet smile of her's,
Wind playing with hair.
We start talking unwrapping covers,
Knowing each other.
Senseless jokes cracked,
She was laughing in appreciation.
There I thought of humor I lacked,
A world was in creation.
The slight touch,
Realizing awkward silence.
In such short time it was too much,
Broken by coinciding sentence.
Do you? Happened once,
It also did twice and thrice.
A smile broke for all  the fun,
Now beyond friends our relation lies.
A long tunnel came,
Lights were out.
Our lips never felt same,
Presence of the light,
Brought back a memory delight.
Our eyes couldn't meet,
Ah! She was blushing so neat.
A journey couldn't be more beautyfull,
Her pink cheeks couldn't be more colorful.
The train stopped,
I was back again,
Wondering what happened,
She was sitting there,
Wind was playing with her hair,
I cursed myself with a sigh.
Realized all that I imagined
Only in a blink of my eye.

Yaad

Ek unki yaad ke siva,
Sab Kuch gair nazar Aata hai.
Ek unki yaad
Kaseer ko bhula chuki hai.
.
Hum toh phir bhi unhe yaad kar,
Muskura lete hai.
Ek unki yaad,
Bas rote rehti hai.
.
Is zehen se unki yaad,
Jaati hi nahi hai.
Ek yaad
Hume apne zehen se Nikal chuki hai.
.
Koi yaad rahe bhi kab tak yaad,
Yeh saza bhi Kaseer ne payi hai.
Ek yaad,
Hume saza bana chuki hai.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Angel in Red

There she was flying,
midst the moon light.
beauty, unmatched unseen,
dressed in red,in this night.
.
she comes closer,
her eyes stuck on mine.
the faint smile of her,
nothing could be more divine.
.
Her red gown,
lit with twinkling stars.
she wore a majestic crown
slow wind flying her cape far.
.
she stood behind me,
her gentle hand on my shoulder.
Through it i began to see,
night started to be colder.
.
my ears drew her voice,
slow whispers of deceit.
her words were haunting cries,
pleasing yet my greed was at height.
.
Her beauty was made of lust,
it was gluttons.
to pleasure i lost god's trust,
i felt the power enormous.
.
her whispers made my heart burn,
she talked about other men.
envy my brain started to churn,
my pride was broken then.
.
she stood laughing at my pride,
i was enraged,
The wrath I couldn't hide,
and in Sins I was caged.
.
she trapped me in,
the mischief was played.
by the beauty, unmatched unseen.
the angel in Red.
.
I was trapped in her cloth,
I betrayed my god.
I gave up with sloth,
To Satan's nod.
.
i cried upon the sins,
it was just a dream.
i have not slept since,
have you ever been scared to sleep?

Friday, November 1, 2013

Orphan Pyre

Unknown starts the fire, 
Slowly reaching height of pyre, 
The spark was unclaimed, 
Body was unnamed. 
No one died, 
No one cried. 
Prayers were not there, 
It only seemed fair. 
For the unborn, 
Now who was gone. 
Into the air and ashes 
Slowly fire's death too reaches. 
Abandoned and anonymous, 
Pyre had no one was so obvious. 
Who died then? 
Life which was invain. 
Unnamed unclaimed, 
Fire soon was dead. 
What remains were. 
Never claimed, 
Ashes in the pot 
were not named. 
Washed into the stream, 
Last thought was to beam. 
Farewell stranger, 
Meet your maker. 
There you shall not be unknown, 
There you shall be grown. 
No one to mourn and to fire,
Go away! 

Cold and alone is your orphan pyre