Excuses

My mom called me today..
scared of the dream,
she had last night !
i’m her same little kid again..
‘n she had lost me somewhere
she was choking..
while telling me, this
terrible excuse to call
during my ‘busy’ office hours

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..!!

 

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डर

कल ही तो तुम,
फिर मेरे सपने मे आई थी
कुछ वादे, कुछ वफ़ा..
और ढेर सारे सपने लाई थी,
उन सपनो को आसमा पर बिछा कर हमने
उन्हे तारों से सजाया था..!
उन ‘वादों’ को, उस पुरानी इमारत मे..
कितनी बार दोहराया था !

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 !!

The Other half..!

The Other half..

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..!!

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 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 !!

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 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