A friendship lost

The tapestry with its myriad colors,
Where they once promised
To keep adding layers,
Of fun, adventure and tears;
Its colors have begun to fade
And the threads have come apart,
But it all wouldn't have mattered
Till the unsaid words seeped in,
Gradually it dissolved the plot
The blank canvas stretched on,
Mocking them both -
The one who never saw it coming
One who lived it all the while,still fearing so
A friendship now only alive in memories,
A friendship now lost.

Tum sang jeevan

Ghadi ka zamaana to hai nahi
Ki baar baar kalai dekhun,
Phone par nazar rehti hai lekin
Ki kab tum ko yaad aa jaaye,

Chai ki pyaali to milti nahi daftar me,
Jis se chuskiyaan li jaaye,
Kaghaz ke glass se thodi garmi le leti hoon,
Baaki kami subah wali chai ki yaad puri karti hai

Daftar se saath saath lautna to mumkin nahi,
Na hi ye kismat ki intezaar main.karun,
Tumko dekhne ki talab fir bhi waisi hai,
Din ki baat karte hue raat ki lori wahi hai.

Zndagi me jis khushi ka socha nahi,
Wo mil jaati hai teri baahon me,
Usko sametne ko ek janam kaafi nahi hoga,
Agle janam fir tumse milun,wo aas hai aankhon me

messages from God

When i was in school , i read one of the book from the series "Conversation with God". I really liked the concept for the book and that book is partly the reason I prefer to talk to God like i would talk to mother ( vice versa is true too ) .

But what i have always remembered from that book is that God sends us messages in many ways - song lyrics , some lines in a book , a story sone one told you and so on. It depends on you to recognize it and use the message for your good.

Why i mention it today is 'cause twice since morning i happen to hear and notice sonething that i am not sure how and if at all is meant for me , but it did give me a direction for today .

First was my horroscope ( i usually change the tv channel but not today ) that said 2 thibgs - to keep in touch with friends and secondly not to let my troubles affect my moods and actions too much. I need to stablize myself and i swear i feel close to a breakdown if i don't check myself.

Second is a song i have been listening non stop from last 2 days but today suddenly my attention was grabbed by the below lines -

Lok laaj ki soch ke kyon hai aafat dali,
Tu le naam khuda ka ali ali ..


( why are you so bothered of what society thinks of you , you just keep god's name in your heart .. )

Yes dear God, i been angry with you for the troubles you have sent my way but i am thankful too for the supporting husband and the caring friends you gave me. I know I do not pray much and remember you only when distressed but i never forget that all i am is your blessings on me.

So keep me blessed.
And i will try to be a better human being from today and now.

A line from same song -

Maine to tere utte chaddiya doriyaan ..

( i have surrendered myself to you.. )

greater good

Every one was troubled with the smell of diseased skin and the ugly face of death mocking them, but no one dared to touch the corpse. They blamed his karma for the sad death. No one said he died 'cause they would not let him in. He was a leper, thrown out for "greater good"

just another day

She looked deep into her eyes. Years of surviving in this harsh world had not taken away the shine from the eyes, but there was a new resolve in them. To be hopeful and strong on all days.

She turned away from the mirror and started another day in her life. Like every other day.

Dreams

This wasn't what she wanted. She cursed the creature with tiger face attached to the body of a human being, some more; followed by real colorful swears for herself. She had spent ten thousand bucks to have a dream boyfriend, royal like a tiger...  If only her dream that night was .. sigh ! 

weighty issues

"I weigh the same" she sighed. He faced his wife standing on the scale at 6 am. Before he could suggest it was good , she added , " the dresses don't fit me"

He smiled at her , and inviting her in his arms, and  whispered "that's my love added on you". Sensible or not , she accepted it.

the kiss

"He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her trembling lips. She reciprocated the kiss with passion.."


He closed his diary with a proud smile.His date did not know how to kiss and it was awkward for both, but who wrote such things, he argued with his reflection and went to bed.

Rains

Just when we were leaving home , the rains arrived, making holes muddy and people , run for shelter. But he walked slowly, without care. Raindrops hit him hard, and he smiled at their prank. Pulling him under my umbrella, i scolded him while i myself thought of a rain drenched walk after dropping him at school.

Unjust Love

The naked desires lie forgotten,
all week long, waiting and longing,
for his glance , his touch, one chance;
the kisses that breathe fire into me,
whispers that flow from his lips,
his prayers, or mine, or fears entwined;
the dreams that we revive every night,
which never stand a chance in day,
the world so heavy, the hearts so weak;
the promises we remember from the past,
and wishes we never thought we had,
the love , the longing , the lust , all unjust ?

Her Pain

The pain was just the beginning,
not the ultimatum she had imagined;
flowing effortlessly around heart,
in and out of the coiled interiors,
her gut,she sighed as she said it aloud;
the pain, like a lover, consumed her
and spit out her loud screams -
the ones she had no control on,
the very kind, she dreaded all times;
the screams , the clenched fists,
the eyes tightly shut, the trembling limbs,
and suddenly it was all gone,
except the throbbing pain -
a dull reminder of the destruction
her lanky master could wreck on her -
the power he held , the terror he served,
the memories she had kept alive,
long after his time was done.

Tears

blank ,

speechless ..

these were just

EXPRESSIONS;

until his words

tumbled in my heart,

breaking the ties

I so cherished;

the molten lava

turning me into

a pool of tears

==

Prompted @ OSI , Open Link Night

Mother

whispers of care
exchanged with loud words of fun,
two generations talk.

==
This is dedicated to the time spent with mother this week , the love I come for every fortnight and the cares I cherish every day I am away from home.

Linked to Haiku my Heart

Adventure : Head or heart ?

she got it wrong,
the free bird reminded her-
money never goes high.

Sheela sat at her desk , looking out of the window. She could see the sun set in far horizon and the birds return home. she wished she could return home too. Then very slowly , she turned to look at the laptop screen where the Outlook showed a whole lot of emails awaiting her reply. She knew it would be another long day. Or night, she laughed to herself , hearing the office go silent.

If only she had listened to her heart to go on that adventure with him. That unplanned vacation he had so excitedly asked her to take with him. The trip he finally went alone and both of them missed each other so much. Just then, he called her and she made a mental note to join him over weekend, wherever he was and not to return for another week.

The pending work did not make her sad anymore.
She was finally let her heart win over her head.
And she felt lot better after a long time.
==
Inspired by the theme at

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 .....

==

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.

==
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.

==

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.

==

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

Written for G-Man's Friday flash 55