Stranger :-

He bent and gazed at me
with those cold eyes...
lips seemed to mutter,
lost as if in a way,
afraid to move further.
Still as a painted picture,
in the wink of an eye...
he touched my hand and
begged for help, I crossed
the path and led him to
his abode, grateful, he took me in
and vowed to be friends forever...
He thanked God since then,
blindness not a curse any more
but a bliss he considered,
and since then we crossed
so many roads, he saw
through my eyes the beauty of nature.
We walked side by side, sweet companion,
honored to have such a friend,
who never parted from me till death,
put an end...

Innocence born:-

The soft hands gently touching my face,
innocence reflected through those pair of eyes,
tender body, a smile so gratifying and virtuous,
knitting thousand dreams in my mind's eye
too cute, an eternal pleasure in its presence,
a celestial glow from its composure,
soft flesh, feeding on the milk of my own
the journey from a bud to a blooming flower

it's my own, part of me...

I've craved for it and felt it grow
within myself and now I know,
the best possession I ever had...
I'm blessed with the purest creation
about whom I had dreams ever since been a woman
no matter what form and shape it takes
with my love and care I shall nourish
it and keep away from the complex world.

it's part of me...it's my own.

Silence:-

Silence, I have heard your protests,
the clamors against the walls of incumbent cells
believing in your presence even in the busiest
streets when night falls asleep with the church bells...

Silence I have seen you creep through
the darkest and blindest alleys,
knocking the haunted house in ghostly attire,
peeping out of the mind's unknown ways...

Silence, I have observed thousands take
refuge in your bare laps and refuse to speak words,
during their intimate sufferings stretch hands towards you,
as a bosom friend, as a mighty lord.

Silence, I feel you within myself sometimes
as a mother feels her own flesh growing within her.
Your absence disturbs me and compels me to think,
at times it even inspires to visit mysterious lands so far.

Past

I am aware of the bloopers done,
since i was born, it's my fault...
but am i a gal that lives on
the mercy of destiny ever since?

Past has ever left its footprints on my way
but i have tried deliberately...
to compensate with it at brief visits
to pay least attention to it.

It returns though with its presence
so irritating that it hurts me,
it pulls away me from myself,
snatches the best out of the worst...

I am left alone in that dudgeon, reckoning
my better part but in vain...
it's a tenacious task, but yet
I try to be free...

A love story

"Kaise kisiko baataein, kaise ye samjhayen, kya pyaar hai
isme bandhan nehi hai aur na koi bhi diwar hai
suno pyaar ki nirali hai dastaan"

Yes, I'm here today to narrate a story of a maiden who's suffering terribly and asked me to write a few lines about her..."Pyaar ki ek kahani suno, ek ladka tha ek ladki thi..."but there is an exception with this story. Love had as if bloomed every nook and corner of a dark room as is usual. The girl was madly in love with the boy and thought "doli me bithake, sitaro se sajake, zamane se churake, le jayega ek roz tera urake jiya..." which proved to be otherwise...
(to be continued)