Kal Ho Na Ho

It is hard to say, if the Tulips in her garden are blushing more red or her cheeks,
when she hears Alexa sing by her window sill "Har ghadi badal rahi, hain roop zindagi,
Chaav hai kahhi hai dhoop zidnagi"
She hysterically bursts out reminiscing the coincidence of this song while prepping her Quinoa salad.
She reminisces on this line of the song: how she confidently jumbled the words with no qualms of authenticity.
That memory is retro as her red toaster-oven but the heated arguments over the lyrics of song and heartiness of Quinoa salad still lingers.

Palko ko leke saya

 pass  koi jo aaye.

Lakh sambhalo, 

pagal Dil ko

Dil dhadke hi jaye.

A song once cherished for no rhyme or reason,
Now rhymes a reason to revisit some untold tales of her life...

Par sochlo is pal hai jo
Woh dastan kal ho na ho
Har pal yahan jee bhar jiyo
Jo hai sama kal ho na ho
Har pal yahan jee bhar jiyo

A poet's poem

Irony of a poet is

they have made friends with word

but have limited friends to share a word.

While they can bring tears to a reader with their words,

their words are nothing but silent cries of

wanting to be heard, 

wanting to be seen

wanting to be in sync 

with person to whom its directed more than the words of this poem.

Hum tumse na kuch keh paye

तुम हमसे न उम्मीद रखो किताबों वाली मोहब्बत की

नहीं आती हमको लब्ज़ोन में बयान करने वाली मोहब्बत 

शिकयात यह रहीं तुमको 

की नहीं ज़ुबान से जताया ,

जानेमन, कैसे कहे 

नहीं गवारा तुमको खोना  

ज़ुबान के फिसलने से 

जो रूह से महसूस हो वह एहसास को कैसे लब्ज़ोन में बयां करू ?

Heran hain kyun

रिश्तो  कि नर्मी तोह कबसे चली गई थी,
आज मौसम भी सुख गया तोह हैरान हैं क्यूँ ?

तूफ़ान के सहारे से तोह कबसे बढ़ रही थी,
आज साँस छुट्ट गई तोह हैरान हैं क्यूँ ?

भीतर की रोशनी को तोह कबसे अंदेखी कर दी थी,
आज बाहार सूरज नहीं दिख़ा तोह हैरान हैं क्यूँ ?

 दिल की आवाज़ तोह कबसे शांत कर दी थी ,
आज तन भी मुरदा हो गया तोह हैरान हैं क्यूँ ?

Because you are worth it

I regret the times,
I willingly gave in to rejection
when an acceptance was eagerly waiting for my Yes.
So, I have chosen to be impulsive and let my experiences guide me,
as I open myself to endless possibilities of life.

I want to leave a laughter filled memory in that corner of the room, which you keep staring while looking for answers. So, next time when you hopelessly stare at it, you know fun and laughter awaits Your glance.

I want to leave an enchanting experience at your favorite to-go spot in city; where you escape to something bigger than Yourself. So, next time you visit it, you know magic seeks You.

I want to pamper you on your favorite piece of furniture, where you break loose after a long tiring day. So, next time you are tired, you know comfort awaits Your escape.

I want to make sure you are doing well by frequently checking you, when you feel less than yourself. So, next time you feel alone,  you know I always seek Your company.

I want to make a lively travel experience with you, kissing and caressing you at every stop sign, and singing at least one song in the most audible volume. So, next time you are on a long journey, our memories will drift you away.

I want to see the amused sparkle in your eyes when you find your favorite breakfast on table. So, you know every morning awaits something good.

I want to let you keep your shabby look or the unflattering clothing, which brings you a sense of comfort. So, you know your unpolished looks are as acceptable as your polished looks.

I want to cherish my living with you by making most mundane tasks of daily living an array of fun loving possibilities.

Well, these might be my wants. But, its my utmost need to let you know about them.
For,  You are worth all of that I am and what I will be!