Couldn’t tell her
but really wanted to cry out loud
“mom, you don’t have to..
find a reason to call,
‘n i’ll always be your
same little kid, wanting you
to make me calm,
every time i fall..”
instead i’m writing this..
as an excuse of being big ‘n tall

i love u, mom !
‘n really, i’m lost..
trying hard to be the same,
little kid once again..
with no excuses at all..!!

एक घर बनाया था..
“सिर्फ एक रेत का घर नही है”
जाने कब तक दुहराया था !
पर रेत का ही घर था.. शायद,
छूते ही टूट गया..
टूट कर एक एक टीला हो गया !

और भी कितने टीलों की तरह,
जो वहीं हुमारे टीले के पास थे !
हमारे ही एहससों की तरह..
दफ़्न उनमे भी,
न जाने कितने एहसास थे !

क्यों कर ऐसा होता है,
क्यों दिलों मे, एक रेत का टीला होता है,
क्यों टूटते हैं सपने अक्सर..
और क्यों एक डर हर सपने के साथ होता है !!

You, the other person,
or the second me ?
I’m afraid, it scares..
for all the time
since you’ve shown
what I was lacking,
what I’ve found.
‘n now what could be lost..
The beauty ‘n the life,
the way things had turned out
‘n the way my dreams..
got the ground..
Is it me or it’s ‘you’?
who has colored it,
all of sudden,
it looks complete to me..
I pamper, I pray..
to make the ease,
just for another day..
could it be the way..
Is that the way,
we were meant to be ?
just to know..
the other half of you,
‘n the other half of me..!!

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 than 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 !!

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 true..
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

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

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 used to choke,
while trying to speak..
as if its ripping his throat,
but still he carved..
for another reason,
to cut it apart..
don’t know why,
he didn’t want 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

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

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 hurt, they cry..
but never they lie,
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 I still hear the scream ?
who were those eyes ?
who has folded, those pages ?
why were, familiar..
those faces ?

perhaps..
I dreamt, the book !!!