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 !!

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 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

Dream.. Dreams, a Dream

Dream.. Dreams, a Dream

I couldn’t close my eyes,
pretending, you to flee..
of fervor by the dreams,
I’ve painted, ‘n I’ve seen..
There were colors..
of the mirth and the closeness
that we have shared..
the color, of contentment..
of being..
“They are not just,
sudden whims..
projected with closed eyes..”
and obsessed, as it seems..
how we ‘ve been talking for hours..
’bout the dreamlike nights..
those beauties around..
‘n the life..
We have shared, our hopes
our hankers and our sorrow,

like life was there..
and there would be no tomorrow,
and today.. when I’m here..
breathing for another life to borrow..
a little more life full whims..
for all those times and
for all those dreams..
yeah ! discolored.. defaced..
but still they simmering
dream.. dreams, a dream !

DARKEST FACE

DARKEST  FACE

Its funny, why people lie..
wearing faces, masking cries..
nodding the zeal, with closed eyes..
pretending and whitewashing
for the things, manipulating their lives..
I’ve lived all their faces..
crafting and molding me,
just for their ease..
but I’m tired now.. of being me
‘n for all those times
I couldn’t stand, what they see.

Me with the longest shadows
and with the ugliest face,
that reaches, the other side of the lace..
I still don’t know…if it’s me
or just their spoors all over the place..
I’m crawling back to the doom..
and to those dark shadows in my room..
Wearing the most darkest shade..
I’ve became the shadow…
with the ‘Darkest Face’ !!

I’M MIRROR ON THE WALL

I’M MIRROR ON THE WALL

I’m mirror on the wall,
deprived of life.. with no choice.
I’m the attestation of the life within,
I’m beholder of your beauty and ‘ve praised it true.
I’m the chum of your sorrow and to make you through
I’ve witnessed, for the joy ‘n parturition of you..
lying among your playmates I’ve been watching you.
time was evaporating rapidly, nathless for you.
narrating the faces, stood besides, with no clue.
I’m mirror on the wall, and let me tell you..

The vivid of the very first tear from your heart..
I still ‘ve footprints of what was tearing you apart,
Even though have asked you nothing,
wondering if the silence was some sort of soothing
I’ve waited long to see you back,
And then ‘ve seen your ruthless face pack,
wearing, a sloth smile and the happiness that you’ve compiled..
I was no more your playmate, there was no game.
The lucidity seems, was long gone but still I was the same..
reflecting you, your true name…

Time was coiling the poise..
and i’m still the same mirror on the wall,
deprived of life.. with no choice.

If you would have waited, I could tell you how
I’ve seen the prospects of your new name,
for all those vivid, the footprints and your game
witnessing you, cumulated into several ages,
time has written me a million pages..
now I’m seeing the old faces with new name..
Some are famous but out of fame,
with all of my faded site, now I’m not all that bright..
I’m still deprived of life but I believe..
I’m here, just to conceive those life full pages,
for you to receive…

I’m the mirror on the wall,
deprived of life.. with no choice.
and let me tell you, your true name,
I’m beholder of you and your fame.