Stella

In the stillness of the new moon night,
When all the twinkle of Stella
Is blushing in the pinkness of heart
A name flickers, on silent lips
A face blazes, in insomniac eyes
Handful memories sail, on the passing cloud.

Homesick smile of blue petals
Inquisitive appetite in search of place
Incomplete piece of puzzle
Eager to reconcile
Right in the place, by side of Stella.

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I Am Sorry : Confessions - I

I showed my heart good but it was too bad,
You sobbed on phone, screamed on you; mad
You gifted me smile, all made I you sad,
Me, O baby! I am so awful so bad.

I made you cry, cry for your love your care,
You longed for me, I wasn’t there
You carried tears, tears those were of my share
You floundered in pain, I pulled your hair
Me, O baby! I am so awful so bad.

I played the game; I played your heart,
Innocent your heart, I played, threw in dirt
I was laughing, standing on my feet
Yes baby, to see you down on knees,
Me, O baby! I am so awful so bad.

Bestow me pain, honey! Pain that I deserve
Punish my soul; throw me out of the verve
Thank you; you gone, I burn in fire
Act of sanctum, guilty, I do admire
Each moment I die, is justice for my sins.

I am sorry for everything, all pain I caused,
I do apologize for your life I paused
Take all the blame for everything wrong
To seek thy forgiveness I write this song.
Never show mercy on me, merciless I am that lad,
Me, O baby! I am so awful so bad.

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The Sick Masochistic Lion and the Stupid Lamb

As white and calm her face
As the solitary valley post snowstorm
Wafted the wind touching her palms,
Ah! It was glacial cold.

Spellbinder she seemed,
Mesmerized I followed,
Exceptionally fast, too speedy to catch.
She was pacing? She was flying.
An inch above, from the green grass.

Breezy swift, lightly fast
Galloped I after, in green wood vast
Once I succeeded to touch her finger nail
Thunder of frost, through my veins sail.
Snatched elle off, vanished in the green.
Rapid, imitation! Lifespan Nay me seen.
For an instant she stood, tempted and ran
Disappeared in broad forest, mysterious she again.

Chasing her, running after, I lost her any sight
Wide greens, open sky, and the heavenly twilight
There she was, still, stood in cold and charm
Here I, hypnotized, what a stupid lamb! And warm.
Violet flowers, white lilies, stretch emerald meadow
Sparkling face, neck, bare hands! There was no shadow

Nay we said, nay we talked, only eye to eye
She - lion on left, lamb on right ‘n’ wish to together die.

PostScript : I am a big fan of Twilight Series and Bella and Edward. I was irked of writing love-sick sad poems and wanted to write something different this time. All of a sudden a thought bubbled to write about my favorite characters and I happened to write this poem. Not intentionally, but very while writing this poem, I happened to exchanged roles of Edward and Bella with each other. As Breaking Dawn is released and we all know Bella too is a vampire now, I have portrayed Bella as ‘The Sick Masochistic Lion’ and Edward as ‘The Stupid Lamb’.

I am looking forward to readers’ reaction on this effort of mine and then I may add some more poems to the series. Most probably describing pain of Jacob Black and unexpressed, suppressed, confused feelings of Bella for him.

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A Poem Written to My Butterfly

You fold your wings and the world faints into
A colorless black and white wall
Discolors the rainbow in the sky,
Even the red roses have black petals
Greenery of grass looks as pale as hay,
And the blue sky thunders with stormy winds.
It is when my butterfly folds in her colors.

Ye flutter in the wind, thy wings wide open
Flipping all around, spreading all smiles
Dried out plants and lifeless my lips
Come back into verve,
Gentle and gratifying as a rain on desert.

Each color on your forewing
Is the color of my life
And your decorated hind-wings
Are the symbol of my grin.

The red on you makes me feel the love,
And this green into you is why I rejoice
The orange and the yellow
Keep the warmth in my sensations for you
And my tinted butterfly, flicker and listen
The black and the all deep colors on your wings
Sometimes make me feel blue when ye not flying around.

Wish I could express, reason of my colorful life,
It is all painted because of and into;
All the beautiful colors you have on you-
And the meaning of my life lies in those colors.

Just an attempt so that you can know how beautiful, colorful and meaningful everything is to me when you are there. And how senseless and colorless even the best things of the world, the best gifts of the nature are to me if they are meant to be without you. To you, Butterfly.

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Subah Ho Gayi Mamu : A New Beginning

‘Subah ho gayi hai, uth kar mirror me face dekho, smile greeting do apne aap ko, brush kar lo din acha jayega :)’

Yes my dear all friends, first of all the awaited year for which we have been making plans, resolutions, has arrived and… okay ab resolutions ki hi baat ki hai to lets pehle yahi kar lete hain, apne message baad me type karunga padh to rahe hi ho na koi jaldi thodi hai. Haan to resolutions made in 2011, made for 2012… sabse jyada log to chahte hain apni waist wa size reduce karna increase karna. Boys want from 34 to 32 then girls taking an oath for fitting themselves in curved jeans of 24 nahi to 26 ya fir 28 bhi chalegi :-P
Per ladkiyon pehle khana to kam karo. Raat din khati hi rahogi to Jeans ke alawa aur kuch nahi pehn paogi ek din ;-) Maine khud resolution liya hai. I mean lena nahi chahta tha but jis tarah log kasme wade kar rahe the Facebook pe, maine bhi kar liya. Maine kabhi na nibhane wali ksam khayi that I will save 40% of the earnings I do. Huh! To kya ab savings me chakkar me mai Nikon SLR na lu? Blackberry sabke paas hai office me mai apna 4 saal purana Nokia le ke shaan se gumta rahu? Ya fir core dual 2 processer laptop le ke wait karu ki kab ye hang-mode se bahar nikle aur kab mai type karu? Mujhe bhi i7 chahiye. Lo sir ji and madam ji, mere resolution ka kaisa rape hua all of you have already seen. Well, after reading this article tum log bhi apne pura ya na pure hone wale resolution jinki tumne kasmein khayi thin, write down in comments. OK :)

Ek bandi ne resolution liya,“No abusing.” I clicked on ‘Like’ and made a wink. You know why? Because I know when she will see my wink, wo apna resolution tod degi ;-) Hehe One frustrated Facebook-sick guy says my new year resolution is that I will quit Facebook. Kamal hai sir :-) Facebook ke samne hi bol rahe ho Facebook ko chhod ke chale jaoge. Bade bewafa nikle aap to. Look, is bandi me dum hai who says,“I will make new boyfriends.” Sahi ja rahi hai dost… ek aad chance mere ek do desperate friends hain unhe bhi de dena ;) shayad tum logo ki kahani set ho jaye :D Ak bache ne majak kar diya new year wale din. Bolta hai,“To study hard.” Joke of the year award goes to you kid :) Hats off to you Ankit Gupta. Ankit says,“Parents ko time duga.” That is such a good thing you can do in this year and I wish you fulfill your pledge bro. Another she wrote,“ To get my book published....” and I wrote her back, this time in inbox, wishing her all the best for her book. I pray that her book gets published this year. And let me talk about the last kasam and then we will move on to further discussion. Priya says that she will get up early in the morning and try not to fall in love. Girl, falling and not falling in love is not in your hand. And mai bhagwan se hath jodkar prayer karta hu ki kisi ko saal 2012 me pyar ho chahe na ho, aapko zarur ho jaye, by God kasam se maja aa jayega (:

Chalo bahut ho gaye kasme-wade… wo to humne bhul hi jane hain, lets come back to kaam ki baat pe. OK I left my sentence incomplete in the beginning. Well, I was saying morning has risen up. Day has started. Just like you brush your teeth every morning so that you day goes well (I know usse pehle tum 10 baar bed tea pi chuke hote ho, so it doesn’t make a sence in fact … LOL) just like that day one has started and instead of wasting its precious moments why not utilize those moments in writing a history. I mean not literally writing history. Woh to hum exam sheet pe bahut karte hain. Mera matlab hai khud ki history likho. Uff.. how to tell, words nahi fit ho rahe. OK… let me try one more time. Khud ki kahani liko… apne aane wale kal ki. Har ek pal ko jiyo aise jaise ho pal ye akhiri tumhari zindgi ka. Rone me barbad bahut kar li zindgi, ab haq hai mera khilkhilane ka… hasne ka… muskurane ka… mar jauga ek din… marne se pehle ji jane ka. Smile in every moments, live life at full etcetera etcetera etcetera :D While writing this article one of my friends jumps from no-where and says,“Precaution is better than cure.” Hehe.. how true. Sahi baat hai yaar accident se acha hai pehle hi savdhan ho jao. Agar pyar nahi karna to college jana band kar do. Na college jaoge na bandi dikhegi na pyar hoga. Agar boss ke anger se bachna hai to precaution le lo, office 10:00 clock pe jate ho 08:00 jana shuru kar do. Chalo.. forget… jisko jaise suit karta hai, adjust karega. O! dirty minds, motivational lecture chal raha hai yahan and you people thinking about I know what. Sudhar jao bata raha hu, huh.

Alrighty, keeping our lecture on hoping you aren’t getting bore, I am pulling it bit lengthy. Ugghh!! Will anyone let me write in peace, please? Another friend disturbs,“Bhai new year kaisa gaya tera?” had hai yaar. New year gaya? Kab gaya? Kahan gaya? New year start huye abhi char ghante bhi nahi huye aur ye puch raha hai kaisa gaya? Gaya nahi hai mere dost just start hua hai. Still 365 days and few hours left, uske baad batauga kaisa gaya new year. OK… thoda sa inspirational add-on deta hu yahan pe. Hmm… so still 365 days and couple of hours left, we have plenty of time and energy to make this year one of the best year of our life. I mean seriously… think about it. Think… what you since ever wanted to do. What is within deadline… what you can plan and what you can do. Start working on it. And the most important thing is start working on it right now. The best example is the girl above who wants to get her book published and I am hell sure it will happen. So let your passions live; live for your passions. Nautanki karne me time bahut waste kar liye, ab thoda sa invest kar lo. Aur itne impress mat ho jana meri baton se ki nautanki karna hi band kar do… that is also an important part of life and it makes you clicking lots of photograps ;-) Photographs? Haan, photographs. Memories bahut zaroori hain. Keep cherishing moments, bahut yaad aate hain baad me, especially after college jab sab apni apni professional life me ghus jate hain, paise kama rahe hote hain na, tab udhar ke paise se pi hui chai bahut yaad aati hai. When you eat meals in expensive hotels on office-expense, canteen ke samose ki bahut yaad aati hai. Build memories mere dosto, kyoki bina mamories ke to rona bhi nahi aa payega tumhe. Kam se ro loge to man halka ho jayega.

Chalo ab mujhe khud rona aa raha hai, mai ja raha hu rone :-P Heehee… baad me milege. I hope khuch ghusa ho tumhari khopdi me. Maine pura one hour spend kiya hai ise likhne me. Mera naye saal ka ye ek hour waste mat hone dena, investment hai ye mera. Wish you all a bombastic, positive, happy year twenty twelve. Celebration aaj sham ko khatm na ho jaye dosto, pura saal baki hai. Lets keep the fire burning throughout year within ourselves. And yes, not be afraid of dying. Mar bhi jaoge to kya, maro aise ki log yaad kare.

Love, Ashish

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