Prétendre

How better I can show,
How better I can lie,
Thousands of ways there are,
When I can prove I smile,
I’ve been kind of habitual now,
But this all will be in a vain,
When you will notice the truth,
Hidden in the depth of my eyes,
I don’t wanna make you cry,
And I decide not to pretend.

Life gives me a golden chance,
To chose either one way,
Forget history and fly higher,
The other one is scaring,
But I am happy with it because,
Sometimes satisfaction proves to be,
Much more than all other happiness,
Because it helps you dying in peace,
I don’t wanna die incomplete,
And I decide not to pretend.

I Miss You, Do You Miss Me Too?

Tum bhi mujhe kya itna hi yaad karti ho,
Yadon me meri ek din aur raat karti ho,
Bahut yaad aata hu jab mai tumhe,
To kya meri tasveer se baat karti ho?

Karti hogi yaad kitna rulata tha tumko,
Aur samet kar bahon me chupata bhi tha,
Ruth jaya karta tha tumse mai aksar,
Per tumhare paas aakar manata bhi tha,
Jab bahut man hota tha paas ane ka tumhare,
Rota tha khud aur tumko rulata bhi tha,
Tum bhi kya isi tarah sab kuch yaad karti ho,
Yadon me meri ek din aur raat karti ho?

Kehta tha hamesha tumhare sath rahuga,
Tumhara tha tab aur ab bhi tumhara hi hu,
Khuli ankho se na sahi, band ankhon se dekhho,
Paas tha tumhare aur hamesha paas hi to hu,
Kitna man hota hai ek baar tumhe dekh to lu,
Mehsoos kar ke dekho tumhare aas paas hi to hu,
Tum bhi kya isi tarah khud ko barbaad karti ho,
Yadon me meri ek din aur raat karti ho?

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My Needs

Time passes by, inch by inch,
On every step I can not stand,
I try to walk alone and stumble,
I need someone to hold my hand.

When I did not sleep it were you,
Who lulled and my eyes were closed,
But the loneliness is today around,
Life without you was never supposed,
I look here there everywhere,
Tired, hopeless, wet your face posed,
With eyes dried and face paled,
I keep walking on the hot sand,
I need someone to hold my hand.

“Don’t leave me alone ever”,
You asked & you were hugged,
I regret today that why, why?
Once the same I never asked,
Where your care, where your love?
Where moments, we laughed together?
“Don’t love anymore but stay my pal.”!
I decline to be ever your friend,
I need someone to hold my hand.

The Belle of the Ball

En pleine nuit, handing a red wine glass,
Sad, alone, hurt. Oh! That poor half sipped glass,
Appeared altogether, smile on my lips and the Venus,
Milk appeared complexioned, deep sea blue eyes,
Perfectly shaped her curves, coldly I sighed !
Lips, like fresh crimson rouge leaf. Appeared she
And wind fragranced, beautiful and tall,
She was the belle of the ball.

My eyes open, and remained widely open,
Ten beats skipped my heart,
Stopped my breathing not less than a minute,
I was in love and all the time I looked at her,
She whirled hand in hand like a princesses,
I just could look, she gifted fiancé with kisses
Did she love me? With a stealing eye,
She passed a look and smile,
I was intoxicated and the reason,
Not the wine but a couple of eye,
Votre attention s’il vous plaît, was a sudden call,
She was the belle of the ball.

Now time of ceremony, she was getting engaged,
Was she really happy or was being caged?
Hesitatingly, slowly, gave her hand to the king,
And it was locked forever with a diamond ring,
She smiled but she was crying, I am sure,
I saw a droplet, dried in her eyes,
Those were the most beautiful eyes,
Full of fear and full of cries,
I was not courageous enough to see anymore,
Finished red wine glass, then headed to the shore
Years passed, time changed since
I attended the engagement soir,
She is still in heart above all,
That night, she was the belle of the ball

Uljhan

Tumhe lekar main badi uljhan mein rahta hu,
Har waqt kyon mein tumhe sochta hu,
Kyon nahi bhul pata main wo bita hua waqt,
Wo bikhre hue panne, wo dher sari yadein,
Tumhe nahi pata mai kitna dard sahta hu,
Tumhe lekar main badi uljhan mein rahta hu.

Tumhe ek khat likhne se pahle,
Sochna padta hai hazaro baar mujhe,
Pata nahi kya samjhogi tum, aur
Ye bhi nahi pata ki jawab likhogi ya nahi,
Ya shayad tum bhi mere khaton ki tarah,
Jawab likhkar jala deti ho aur karti ho,
Koshish un jale hue khaton ki rakh me,
Likhe hue shabd padhne ki..
Pata nahi samjhogi ya nahi per samjhane ki koshish karta hu
Tumhe lekar main badi uljhan mein rahta hu.

Jab tum sulate the mujhe apne dupatte ke tale,
Kitne khush hote the tum jab,
Pyar se kahta tha naam tumhara ek baar,
Aur kaise tadap jate the tum sun’ne ko meri aawaz,
Agar hum nahi batiyate the mahaz ek raat,
Kitna ladte the jhagdte the hum,
Per har baar aa jate the tum paas mere,
Kyonki na door tum rah pate the na main hi,
Jane kaise mahsoos kar lete the mera dard,
Fir mere sath mera dard baat lete the,
Bahut thak ke so jata tha jab main,
Jane kahan se aa jaya karte the sapnon mein batein karne ke liye,
Wo guzra hua pal main bahut yaad karta hun,
Tumhe lekar main badi uljhan mein rahta hu.

Raatein wo bhi yaad hain mujhe,
Jab jaaga karte the hum dono ek sath,
Aur puri raat kiya karthe the guftgu,
Kabhi chale jate the door ek dusre se aur kabhi,
Door reh ke bhi lipat jate the hum dono kabhi kabhi,
Aur lagti tha ki ye sardi ki lambi ratein,
Itni chhoti kyon hoti hain,
Per aaj mujhe tumhare bina jane kyon,
Garmi ki chhoti raein bhi badi lambi lagti hain,
Ye ratein… jagati rahti hain mujhe puri raat,
Aur dilati rahti hain tumhari yaad, bahut sari yaad
Tumhari yadon me puri raat sochta rahta hu
Tumhe lekar main badi uljhan mein rahta hu.

Final Goodbye

My heart will crash tonight,
Won’t you come to bid a final goodbye?
Darken will be, forever my sight,
Won’t it make you sweetheart cry?

My love is pure from heart’s core,
I am too tired to walk anymore,
Ah! I screamed, Ah! I tore,
All night long my eyes did pour,
Why didn’t you come to listen my sigh,
Won’t you come to bid a final goodbye?

You couldn’t get my love was true,
Remember, true loving people are few,
I was not like morning due,
That will vanish soon in day hue,
O my love! I gonna fly,
Won’t you come to bid a final goodbye?

Black Hearted

This poem for the girl who has a pretty white face, rosy lips, eyes her blue but she has has a black heart.


I’ll not, O girl!
Ever forget your pretty face,
And of course my dear,
Won’t I forget your black heart.

I loved to see your smile, but
You giggled on my ruin,
Wrote you an innocent letter,
Perhaps you like those who flatter,
Really now it doesn’t matter,
In my eyes, you had a place,
Why the truth I couldn’t trace
Now you lost all your grace.

You are in flesh made of dirt,
Won’t I forget your black heart.

Merciless

I love a merciless lady,
Nice at heart my lady, may be,
Often my lady keeps me greeting,
With pocketful of bitter feeling,
Receive I, the gift of pain,
Doesn’t my lady care it does rain,
I go nuts, I go crazy,
I love a merciless lady.

Name of my lady comes when I pray,
Be it evening or a day,
Cleverly, she steals my heart,
Loves, kisses and throws in dirt,
I feel sad, I feel half,
This all makes my lady laugh,
Heart-broken, smashed, stupid teddy,
I love a merciless lady.

Excuses

I make excuse
But not to hurt people like you
To accept trust of my love;
How she refuses
I make excuse.

Pour out tears my eyes
And my sister asks, ”why?”
No longer happiness amuses
I make excuses

Smiling world enjoy and cry
“Rejoice and cheers”
for me do not hold any usage
And once more,
I make excuses.

My Days With You

A morning I open up my eyes
And gaze out of window
Breeze blowing gently through leaves
Singing and floating nightingales
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Another pleasant evening I walk
Side by the endless sea
Weaves run and kiss my feet
Steal sand away from underneath
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Again a night under sky
I sit and stare magic of stars
No sign of cloud but a drop
Falls and is saved by palm
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Tum Aur Diary

Jab bhi kabhi likhne baithta hoon
Main hamari is diary mein
Dar lagta hai
Kahin gandey na ho jayein
Panne iske

Aur is dar se, likhne se pahle;
Main apne haath dho leta hoon
Lekin jaldi hi
Dar jata hoon ek baar fir;
Haath dhone ke baad
Ki is tarah toh
Ho jayenge geeley
Panne diary ke hamari
Aur ragadta hoon tauliya
Haathon per apne
Aur baith jaata hoon
Pankhey ke niche
Fir uske baad…

Main apne haathon ke sukhney ka intzaar karta hoon
Kyonki main tumhe aur is diary ko bahut pyar karta hoon.

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