ek din ( hindi poem)

(scroll down for english translation)

एक बार बोला होता याद आई थी मेरी ,
एक बार आरज़ू होती करीब आने की ,
एक बार तो कहते दिन कुछ अधूरा सा था,
एक हसरत तो होती गले लगाने की ,

एक रंग तो ऐसा होता जो तुम मेरे लिए बचाते,
एक लम्हा वो जो मेरे बिना सूना सा लगता ,
एक मौका तुम निकालते मुझको बताने को
वही एक बात जो हर रोज़ मैं सुनना चाहती हूँ ।

एक बार तो मैं जागती सुन कर तुम्हारी आवाज़
एक दिन वो होता तुम बिन बुलाए आते मेरे घर
एक दिन ऐसा होता ,तुम करते शिकायत मुझसे
की वक़्त नहीं मिलता क्या मुझे याद करने का ?

और मैं मुसकुरा देती हूँ ये सब सोच कर
क्यों मैं करती हूँ ऐसे सवाल तुमसे हर बार
जिनके जवाब मालूम हैं, जो राज़ मालूम हैं,
प्यार करते हो, दिखाते नहीं,एक दिन कहोगे यही .....

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Once if you had said, you thought of me
once you had wanted,to keep me close,
once if you had told,the day was incomplete
one desire you had,to hug me and never let go.

One shade of love,had you saved for me
one moment you had felt alone without me,
one chance you had taken,to let me know
day and night, the one thing i keep asking.

One day i would want to wake up with your call
one day i want to see you come to me,uncalled
one day i want you to have complaints
too busy I remain,you would ask me one day.

And then I smile at these foolish thoughts,
in vain do I question you, whenever we meet,
the answers I know, the secrets none to me,
you love but can't show,I know you would say to me.

The Evening sky

the evening rolled over the plain,
a lithe lady bathed in orange light,
letting my edgy nerves settle
as I fall in her welcoming arms,
the leaves rustle in envy
and the air awaits the next move -
the wedding of orange robes
with the iconic dark night,
it happens, every day, the same way
and I am forgotten by them both
till I cry with my bleeding fingers,
a verse like this,on nature,for nature.

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Inspired by the evening sky as seen from my workplace window.
Prompted @ 3ww

Voice

She was careful not to let her hood slip from her slender frame. Its a mistake, her sister had said in carefree tone, but she still had come . Hugging herself tight for a moment , she let herself enter the spotlight. She felt herself free as her voice filled the packed halls for the first time.

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Make a dream

make a dream,
together with him,
the only one,
who dreams of you -
and watch it become
the boxing glove
of one and all,
whom you love.
watch it bear
the blows and punches
smiling at times,
sometime sobbing;
make a dream
of him, for him,
and promise your heart
it shall come true,
no matter what the price,
you belong in his heart,
and he belongs only to you.

Shape of Love

what shape should I chose
this fortnight,
to leave a mark,
when I sink my teeth
into your
tanned skin?
what shape should my fingers
chose to teach
you tonight,
as I put the balm
on the scars
of sleepless eyes ?

"unlimited is your reach",
you whisper in my ears
as you curl me up in a shape
that fits in your embrace,
a shape that is always new
like the love I draw for you.

Little Black dress

The pancakes she made were not easily forgotten. For hours she thought of the way batter felt , the way they took on the color of peach added to wheat ,how they smelled and tasted.

Then she saw the little black dress, he gifted her. The pancakes were replaced with jogging shoes for indefinite time.

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The pancakes post linked here is of the ones I made for breakfast yesterday :D

Written for G-Man's Friday flash 55

Spring

patiently the earth
awaits the flowers to open,
the birds return home

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For Haiku my heart , Carpe Diem