Empty Space

Her Voice echos in my ears,
days have turned into months,
and months into years.
that soothing calm voice,
keeping me sane
and light in my eyes.
her beat was with mine,
mine was with her,
words are now as silent as mime.
even expressions don't speak,
its a blank paper again,
paper crumbled and weak.
there are cracks now,
widen with the cold,
air too has left its hold.
the touch is lost,
connection too is gone,
it had its own cost.
it costed me the smile,
hard earned,long forgotten,
never to return now the smile.
it costed me my heart,
unrealized,unknown of its existence,
but now gone and torn apart.
it costed me my tears,
salty,exclusive,
word's replacement-tears.
it has costed me feelings,
cry, joy, happy, sad, angry,
these known but strange feelings
i have gained this emptyness,
long,vast and abundant,
ever rising emptyness.
Gone are the bygone,
to never return(probably),
there is vast empty dark space,
waiting for its own dawn. 

PowerHouse

Well to start I am not going to tell how we met or how was it when I first saw her(its something that I have talked so much in front of her) its all post USA. I am one proud guy to say that she is my bestie and it always makes my collar tight when I say 'Oh!! You know my bestie is in USA doing her further studies.' Even with this distance and both of us busy in our respective post grads,we never left each other.she was(is) always there for me, with me. That's what I love about her (among many things about her). Just a while when I was thinking about her only one analogy kept coming into my mind and that was 'Powerhouse' she is my life's powerhouse filling me up with energy(I have no idea how she does that) she is cutest, sweetest, awesomest and I can keep on and on. But what she really is my energy. Knowing her over the years and the bond of ours has just strengthen with time. She has a smile that just brings a smile to me(which usually is difficult) she just does it in a blink.its been 3 years we haven't met but it never mattered much to us. We Skype once in three months and get details of each other's lives(in which I am the depressed one most of the time) but her voice her care her smile there (and laugh on silliest joke of mine) makes things proper. She is one blessed person I have met and I am super blessed to be her friend. All I want to say that she is greatest of all,and best too. She is great in what ever she does. Though I would love to remind her that there are at least dozens of treats pending on her :P
But really life would be something else without you my Kachcha Nimbu.I am glad and beyond happy that you are there :) keep the smile on, I love it.
2nd Romeo.

ab ki baar

Ab ki baar neend ko rokna nahi,
bas intezzar rahega.
Ab ki baar uthna nahi
kaseer ko,
Bas kabhi na tutane wala khwaab rahega.

Self Paradox

To write about death,isn't one of the things I enjoy or have ever enjoyed.what fascinates me is the one's journey towards it. More than death I find the journey beautyfull or pleasing no matter how painful it is.may be I enjoy it as its not mine or someone I know,but..but I somehow just know(imagine) how it is/could be. I have heard people telling me its nice,beautyfull etc etc it always make me wonder about what are they talking about is it my poem or the death.death isn't nice and since the poem talks of it I don't know how it can be nice either. It's like separating the subject all together. But then again how is that I don't like death but the journey towards it(comment to myself 'how much more paradoxical can you get?') It's tormenting..tormented with my own.thoughts..(devil's mimicking laugh).

You

You should come in silence,
And in haste,
Just don't make any menace,
You have known me through,
Stalked rather,
Just come once and come true.
You are a mischief,
Always in the play,
Disguise better than of mantis.
You have seen me,
through my eyes
What exactly did You see?
You saw the attraction?
Or absence of it,
Even for a second's fraction.
Ah! But You have known,
All along this time,
mute and charming as mime,
Oh!Your act is amazing,
Don't You smile its loving.
Devoid of light,
Scary You be might
You are end of faith,
Of everything,
You are my loving death.

Bageecha

Narangi bageeche ke us paar,
Suraj apni aakhri saanse ginta hai.
Dum todte ujaale ko dekh,
Andhere ki aahaten hoti hai.
Humne toh kashti kabki chod di,
Hawaon ke sahare hi ab rah hai.
Timtimati chand roshniyon se,
Is hoti raat ka phera hai.
Upar niche ka farak raha hi nahi,
Hota bhi toh sirf leharo se hai.
Par ab raha nahi Kuch aisa,
Lehare saanse Tod chuki hai,
Aur Meri picha chodati nahi.
Shauq-e-gumnami ki hadden
Hume Kisi ne batayi nahi.
Humne bhi mudkar piche kab dekha hai.
Hawayen ab dur le aayi hai,
Saath mere woh bhi bebas ho Chalo hai.
Woh chalne se rukti nahi,
Kabhi ruki toh saanse hi ban jayi hai.
Bair pareshaani apni hi saanso se hai,
Par ilzaam duniya ko de baithe.
Jab duniya ne tauba ki humse,
Hum bhi aakad kar muh mod diye,
Ab sunsaan rah par kaha woh akkad hai,
Bas kabhi mehsus na hone wale ehsaas hai,
Kaali raat,aur bojh bhari jawa hai.
Ab uth chuka hai man is safar se,
Laut jaane ka irrada bhi nahi,
Khudkhushi karle,
Hum itne buzdil bhi nahi.
Phir wohi intezaar hoga,
Kaali syahi ko neel me badalna hoga,
Chehare par badhte waqt ke saath,
Jhurriyon ko badhna hoga.
Inhi ke bal par zindagi hai,
raah ke naam matra ki raah hai,
Us par hum raahgir hai.
Chalengi saanse tab tak chalegi yeh kashti,
Kaha humne hawaon ko roka hai.
Intezaar dhundlati roshni ka hai,
Us dhudhlane ke baad ke andhere ka hai,
Us waqt ka hai,
Jab subah hogi nahi,
Hum khud Kuch karle,
Itne hum kayar nahi.