Posted by: Sachin Verma | August 25, 2009

To wait or it’s a waste?

To wait or it’s a waste?

Sometimes, I know..
things are out of reach,
sometimes, I show..
how hard I’ve tried,
sometimes, I throw..
even things I’ve got,
just to get the dream..
‘n for the rest of the time,
I wait.. for the miracle !
though I know..
me gonna take away ‘nothing’
the risk, always seems..
as if it’s larger then life !

Sometimes, I wonder..
how far I can go
sometimes, I’ve tried..
to spread my wings,
‘n make the fly..
sometimes, I dunk..
into the deep driven ocean,
‘n for rest of the time
I stay still.. waiting
the ocean to go dry..

“The time you enjoy wasting..
is not wasted time”

‘n as if I’ve the whole life,
just to waste ‘n to wait..
for the dream, I’ve waited for
Some where waiting.. for me !!

Posted by: Sachin Verma | August 13, 2009

My Mermaid

My Mermaid

The morning.. I’ve seen,
the sunlight.. spreading
wings in its dew..
sparkled and flew..
I thought, it was ‘you’..
like wide open eyes
wondering,
where are ‘you’ ?
Chanted and mesmerized..
with the morning on the beach,
a mermaid out of the water..
lying there was.. you ?
I closed my eyes..
to make the wish, wondering..
if it’s gonna be ture..

still i could see.. the smile
of the eternal bliss,
even with my closed eyes..
the innocence of eternity,
blessed with the warmth
close, as those sea drops..
with million of soft sparks !
hurry.. lemme make the wish
wondering, if it could be you ?
umm… I wish for the morning,
this sparkles.. and the dew,
and a heart.. to tell you,
the skies or the sun,
the moon or billion of stars..
nothing sparks me,
the way you do..
you’re my guiding star
and yeah, all I wish is ‘you’…

you are my morning,
my mermaid,
I love you…!

Dana glover – shrek by sachin verma

Posted by: Sachin Verma | April 21, 2009

You ‘n Me Forever

You ‘n Me Forever

In your eyes i see,
a rainbow, deep in me..
colored with breeze,
I’ve seen.. the paradise,
‘ve never been..
Holding my hand,
‘n just walking by..
you’ve changed my world
with blink of an eye
I say nothing but stare..
the deep blue sea
the touch so soft..
embraced with care
Walking close, you ‘n me..
your love so tender,
‘n its sustaining in me..
the dream, of hearts
beating together..
Oh ! my darling,
Let’s stay that way forever.

Ronan keating – “when you say nothing at all” by sachin verma

Posted by: Sachin Verma | March 16, 2009

With all my heart

I stood there for long
as you turned away.. ’n gone
choking ‘n staring.. your way
nothing has left to say
Wish you could hear,
the dilemma hidden..
‘n the truth within,
was there never a reason
why a soul lingering ?
as if a cloud in the sky
a dream, flickering..
‘n you to my soul..
on verge of diffusing,
all the fervor ‘n control..
Embraced by the haze
bit scared or amazed,
the touch, portrayed by the hearts..
rendered to your guilt,
of tearing it apart..
its me, on my knees..
pleading, whispering
to your heart..
turn back and look at me..
reach out your hand,
‘n put your arms.. around me
I’ve loved you from the start..
the deepest ‘n with all my heart

Posted by: Sachin Verma | February 2, 2009

He, who died..

He, who died..

Its just, he was alone
for all those nights..
a hate.. for lives,
that he has, lived..
howling for his dreams
confined to his fears,
suppressing his tears..
he use to choke,
when he say..
as if its ripping his throat,
but still he carve..
for another reason,
to cut it apart..
don’t know why,
he doesn’t wanted to die..
from dusk till dawn,
heard him, pray..
just for another day..
and on the day,
when he woke up..
and found, the haze
‘n the fog inside,
The curtains, wet..
windows, open..
doors ajar..
has it rained.. ?
perhaps he cried..
last night… he, who died..!


Shrek – hallelujah by sachin verma

Posted by: Sachin Verma | January 24, 2009

Tum Pukar lo.. Tumahara Intezaar hai !

एक इंतज़ार है,
इन आँखों को, जो जानेकहाँ तक..
उन अंधेरी वीरान हो चुकी गलियो मे,
तुम्हे खोजती हैं,
जिनसे कभी हम गुज़रे थे !

एक इंतज़ार है,
मेरे एहसासों को, जो जाने कब से..
दिल के अंधेरो मे,
तन्हा, गुमसुम है !

एक इंतजार है,
मेरे दिल को, जो कब से..
तुमसे कुछ लफ़्ज़ों, को तरसता है !

एक इंतज़ार है,
और भी कितने इंतज़ारों की तरह..
कि तुम पुकारोगे..
मेरे इंतेज़ारों कि मिश्री मुझे दोगे,
और तब, उन अंधेरी वीरान गलियों मे..
वो लफ्ज़, मेरे एहसासो को पाकर..
एक नये संगीत को गुनगुनायेंगे !!

एक इंतज़ार है,
कि कभी तो मेरे इंतजारो की सीमाए..
बढ़कर तुम्हे मेरे छू लेंगी,
और तुम्हे मेरे इंतेज़ारों का एहसास होगा,
तब तुम चुपके से बढ़कर..
मेरा हाथ थाम लोगी,
मेरे बिखरे सपनो को समेट कर,
उनमे रंग भर दोगी !!

एक इंतज़ार है,
की जब तेरे दिल की धड़कन,
मेरे दिल की तरह ही धड़केंगी..

एक इंतज़ार है,
उस खामोशी का,
जिसके बाद कोई भी तुंफान,
तुम्हे मुझसे जुदा न कर पाएगा,

एक इंतज़ार है,
की तुम पुकरोगी,
“तुम पुकार लो..
तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है !!”

Hemant from Khamoshi – “तुम पुकार लो.. तुम्हारा इंतज़ार है !!” by sachin verma

Posted by: Sachin Verma | January 15, 2009

I DREAMT, THE BOOK..

I dreamt, the book..

I dreamt, a book..
torn and dusty..
a way written,
a way empty..
perhaps, was alive..
‘Words’ in it, screams
but not as it seems..
they ask, they bleed..
they hurts, they cries..
but never they lies,
they are not just the words,
trapped in the wood..
not ’bout the crowd
or ’bout the lonelihood..
words from you,
and then ’bout..
those thirsty swollen eyes..
things were written,
imbrued with sobs,
scared, tired and bitten..
by each discrete names,
were carved faces..
embossed to their frames
tattered on other pages..
solemnly.. folded were,
few edges..
I’ve tried to unfold..
wondering who read it, before ?
but then no longer
could hold..
was awaken.. by the pair of
bleeding eyes..

GOD ! was that a dream,
why could still hear the scream ?
who were those eyes ?
who has folded, those pages ?
why were, familiar..
those faces ?

perhaps..
I dreamt, the book !!!

Posted by: Sachin Verma | December 29, 2008

A Walk by the Stranger

A Walk by The Stranger

One fine winter night..
looking for nothing..
walking down the road,
all alone, on my own..
I thought, I knew..
The skies, stars ‘n the moon..
‘n every things around,
suddenly I realized..
how dead they felt to me now..
there was time,
they use to talk to me..
now all i hear is..
their frozen silence,
dispersed and diffused in me..
frigid to my steps..
I wonder if it’s the temperature
or it’s their queering eyes..
that infusing,
this chill to my very soul
rigid as never before,
I turned my back to them..
hoping they won’t see
the numb ‘n the stranger in me ..
no matter what I’ve tried..
they already knew..
what I’ve lived,
and where I could hide..
silent as the grave,
a minute before..
the night
now yelling,
in its freezing tone..

“ you’re the stranger, you’re alone..”

Posted by: Sachin Verma | December 18, 2008

मेरा पागल मन !

एक उजली सुबह,
ख्यालों के बादल..
मेरे दिल के आँगन में,
कुछ ओर नमी लेकर उतर आये..!
मेरे तन्हा घर मे दस्तक दी
कौन है ! कौन आया होगा ? “
किसी ने भूलकर दरवाज़ा खटखटाया होगा !”

एक भीनी सी खुश्बू,
एक शीतल सा एहसास,
और धुँधला-धुँधला सा सबकुछ..

अचानक हीबसंतमेरे घर गाया,
क्यारी केफूल‘,
जो जाने कब से खिलाना भूल सा गये थे,
फिर अंगड़ाई सी ले रहे हैं !
उनके पत्तों पर उतार आई नमी….
बूँद बनकर, नए एहससों की रोशनी, बिखेरने
लगती है !

साँसों मे घुली मिठास
ओर नया नया सा सबकुछ
इतने
प्यारे फूल, “ये मैने कब बोए थे !”
ये दीवारें, ” इन पर ये रंग तो ना था
ये आईना, ” ये तो झूठ नहीं बोलता, पर ये मैं तो नहीं हूँ!”
और मेरी तन्हाई
वो कहाँ है
ये क्या हो रहा है, मैं हूँ पर.. मैं,
दिल तो कुछ ओर कह रहा है ?”

ख़यालो..
ये किसकासाथहै तेरे साथ !
जिसने मेरे ही मन को मुझसे ही..
अजनबी कर दिया है !!”
और ये रोशनी कैसी,
मेरे मन मे तो कोई सूरज नहीं है
ये आईना इसपर किसने जादू किया है
इन फूलों को तो देखो,
जैसे सारा गुलशन ही समेट लिया है !
बोलो ना, किसकासाथहै, तेरे साथ

कोई आने वाला है..
रेहने को तेरे दिल में,
उसका ही जादू है तेरे मन में,
ये आईना झूठ नहीं हक़ीकत है,
तुझे भी तो उसी की हसरत है !
वो ही तो है , तेरी रोशनी
और वोही तो तेरा सूरज है,

अब वो रही है, तो..
उसपरीको आपने मन के,
मुरझाए फूल दिखाएगा,
चलमनतू अब,
हर पल एक नया फूल
खिलाएगा…!

“‘परी“,  परी है‘ !! तो मेरे पास क्यों आएगी,
हाँ चलो हसरत है, तो क्यापरीमिल जाइएगी..
औरमन‘, तू तो पागल है,
इन ख़यालों की बातों मे गया
आरे पागल चाँद क्या हथेली मे समाएगा..
और इतना बड़ा सूरज,
क्या तुम्हे मिल जाएगा.. !
पागल!”  चल फिर तन्हाई ढूंढते हैं,
और इन फूलों को उखाड़ फेकते हैं !

केह दो इन ख़यालों से,
बसंतले कर बाहर जाये..
और केह दो हमे इस तरह तो ना सताये,
हाँ प्यारे हैं तो क्या..
झूठे ख्वाब तो ना दिखाए !
क्योंकि सपनो के टूटने पर,
ये सारे आईने टूट जायेंगे..
टूट कर चुभेंगे, तुझे और मुझे..
और ये ख़याल दूर खड़े मुस्कुराएगे !
फिर किसी का तो क्या
खुद का चेहरा नहीं देख पाएगा,
फिर जाने तू, कब संम्भल पाएगा

मनबोझिल कदमो से चलता..
आपने फूलों.. “

दरवाजे पर फिर से दस्तक,
एक मीठा सा तेज़ उजाला..
एक प्यारा सा संगीत, हँसता
बादल,
जाना पहचाना सा सूरज..
और पूरा गुलशन..

मेरा पागल मन !

परी गयी ! परी गयी !”
सचमेरीपरी गयी….

Posted by: Sachin Verma | December 16, 2008

Stigmata of rapture soul

Stigmata of rapture soul

My tears grew for more shine,
i celebrated it,
bleeding red wine..
something was burning inside..
ripping with all ease,
it has it’s deepest sharp..
rending, scorching my heart,
what has died inside..?

“no more running..
no where to go,
‘n no more hide..”

doom ? or should call it destination..
no more pretending…
yeah ! can see no one standing
it’s just me, gazing in the dark..
waiting to go numb,
what’s left behind..
a soul that lingers,
that dwell across heart..
I’ve made it glow,
‘n now its dripping out of  my veins..
to make the flow,
then no more hurting,
no burning.. no scorching..

you may call.. it insane,
i say it “the stigmata”
of a ruptured soul..
away from the pain..!!!

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