My eternal story

There was a time so beautiful erstwhile,
When a scintillating red blush would follow my smile.
With the colour of love my petals flushed,
Like a falcon I would get the heartbeats rushed.
Resting on a throne of sparkling shades of green,
I was a precious offering to the king and queen.
Little pointy mountains guarded my throne,
I melted the mightiest hearts, all on my own.
None could second my exquisite floral fragrance,
Smooth and tender, blended with velvety radiance.
But now that I wither as time spares none,
The demolition of my throne has also begun.
Neither the sparkling green, nor the lovely red,
But a dark black-brown rust has become my scarlet.
The mountains eroded, flat dry land remained,
My beauty, my radiance, my vibrance drained.
I almost lost myself in some abyss of dread,
But an angel clasped me like a vintage at its best.
With the warmth of her touch I once again rose,
Like a perfect dream I smiled for her, in my pose.
Even on the brink I stand as the death dawns upon,
She made me the rose of a story that shall eternally live on.

Aadarshlok – Utopia

Aake milte hain indradhanush jaha,
Basaya hai maine apna ghar waha.
Khwahishon ki kashti hai mera vaahan,
Anginat armaano jitne hai waha saadhan.

Insaan bhi insaaniyat jaanta hai jaha,
Mukhaute bina rishte nibhata hai waha.
Na jhooth hai na hai fareb ka koi nishaan,
Khushi Khushi rahta waha har Insaan.

Na darti hai pariyan failane se pankh jaha,
Andhere me bhi basta raam rajye waha.
Phoolun Ko kuchalne wale na koi kadam,
Chida aur chidhiya dono hi hai Param.

Khwahishein Banti nahi zanjeerein jaha,
Rhoodiwadi soch nahi jakadti saansein waha.
Buland honsle bharte hain waha Udaan,
Kone kone me basti hai khushiyon ki dukaan.

Na koi bechara hai, na koi asahaaye jaha,
Na Darr failane wali chalti hai aandhi waha.
Jaha mamta ki kirne aur hai pyaar Bhari baarish,
Banaate indradhanush kare poori har guzaarish.

The girl with a book

As I was passing by your favourite cafe quietly,
A desire of seeing you slipped in silently.
A thought came that I should stop by,
With fingers crossed, praying to espy.

Tapping my foot in anxiety, I felt fettered,
Tried holdin’ on to my nerves as I entered.
The bell at the door tinkled giving me chills,
My eyes exploring for the heart, it fulfills.

All hairs stood on end as if a lightning struck,
For I saw you sitting with a novel and a mug.
Captivated, as you were right infront of my eyes,
Emanated out of my dream, but more beautiful to my surprise.

My steps trembling, it was hard to even trudge,
Paralyzed by your beauty, they refused to budge.
Mustered all my strength, advancing tile by tile,
Suddenly you looked up at me with your ravishing smile.

Everything came to a halt, not even the time was spared.
A beautiful bomb exploded and your splendour glared.
Hit by gusts of cool breeze in a hot summer,
Was it the flattering of your eye lashes, I wonder.

Your gaze swiftly shifted back to your novel,
While mine was fixated on you, numb and boggled.

My enchantress, spellbinding was your attire,
Found it hard to stand, engulfed in your fire.
Finest red coat over an elegant blue dress,
Adored you, as you multiplied their finesse.

One hand held the book, other fondled your chin,
The coffee mug got jealous as the novel passed a grin.
I got entangled in those lovely hairlock,
With the most perfect eloquence, they sensuously talk.

Is she for real or a figment of my imagination,
I pinched myself as my heart demanded a confirmation.
And still you were there, engrossed in your sweet world,
What all dreams have you woven and impearled.

Do unicorns gallop in your rainbow meadows,
Or do orchids sing and dance with shadows.
Are you all alone solving an exciting mystery,
Or with a protagonist of the novel from foreign embassy.

I wish I was the one with you in your dream,
If possible, be a part of your world and your team.
But I am just an admirer whose world is your smile,
Which your sweetest heart never fails to pass in style.

The cup was waiting again to be caressed by your lips,
To see your eyes reflection in the coffee as you take sips.
To feel those delicate fingers and your feather palm,
While I sat enthralled admiring your beauty and calm.

Fancying to see your smile again and that mysterious gleam of your eyes,
And wishing for the time to stop forever that very moment they materialize.

And I shall love you even after becoming a statue,
For you are the impeccable sculpture,the Gods chiseled through.
You are that painting I can not even dream to brush,
Yet here I am, a possessed fool, wishing to be your world, your mush.

Madhosh (Hindi)

Hosh me rah kar bhi madhosh sa hu,
Aj kal najane kyu mai khoya hua sa hu.
Kahi kam na pad jaye unke sath bitaaye pal,
Roz raat dua krta hu ke deedar hojaye unke kal.

Dekh ke, deedar karke,ankho me samake,sbse chhipa ke,
Rakhlu unke chahre ko apne eeshwar ki pratima bnake.
Kya hoga wo khuda bhi itna khubsurat, itna jwalant,
Bhej dia is dharti par tumhe, kahi ho na jaye unhe tumse jalan.

Socha hoga dharti par tum roop apna khojaogi,
Par jab sundarta ho sone se khari to aag bhi kya karpayegi.
Mann mohini, nayan hirani, chaal hansini, awaaz koyali,
Hai ek tej aur ek taazgi, jaisi khilti hui sundar si kali.

Dil se ho jo tum saaf itni, jaise saadgi ho tumhãra gahnã,
Hotho pe jab aaye meethi muskaan to uda de sbke chaynã..
Dekhu jab ãnkho me teri, dikhta hai saara sansaar,
Doob jãta hun us jheel me lejaye jo bhagwan ke dwaar.

Khojata hu mai mohak si us muskaan me,
Lagne lagta hai maano paalia sab sansaar me.
Gore se is mukhde ke jab gaal gulabi hote hai,
Dhadkte dhadkte dil bhi khud band hone lagte hai.

Fairãti ho jab tum apne reshmi zulfo me ungliyan,
Uff marjawan krte krte bharte hun mai siskiyaan.
Haseen is mukhde se jaye na kabhi ye muskaan,
Dua h meri dil se ki bharti raho tum sada udaan. 💕💕

My Aphrodite

In your face, I can feel the presence of God,
Lighting up the dark alleys with a heavenly smile so broad.
Even the black and white becomes colorful, with your touch.
To honour your spirit the alphabets aren’t much.
The zeal you possess and the grit that you attire,
Complemented by the unmatched beauty that everyone desire.
Under the hood of poise resides a tender heart,
Seeking the world to fathom its true serene part.
For the roses will wilt and the leaves will wither,
But thy beauty will be intact as the heavens never smither.

😊🤗

Feelings are so strong that they can make a simple person appear like a God. In all their actions and in all their appearances, one can only experience the presence of God. It makes us realise the sheer and unlimited devotion and love we have in this limited space occupied by our body. That is when we realise that we are beyond this physical form.

Roop – your guise

Palke hai tumhari ya fir ankhe jo kahar dhaati hai,
Jhapkati ho tum par saanse meri ruk jati hai.
Maathe ko tumhari ye jo bindia sajaati hai,
Naa jaane kitni raato ki neend aur din ke chain churati hai.
Hotho ki laali hai ya gulaab odhe hua hai,
Is muskaan par tumhari kitno ka dil atka hua hai.
Gaal hai tumhare ya rui ka koi baadal hai,
Pyase ki pyaas mita de, ye roop tumhara wo sawan hai.

English:-

Is it your eyes or those eyelids that wreaks havoc,
Albeit you flutter them, it stops my breath.

The bindi decorates your forehead like a lilac,
Leaving me insomniac as whirlpools brew.

Is it the redness of your lips or have you veiled a rose,
A smile on your face and the hitherto beating hearts froze.

Is it your glowing cheeks or a white cloud of cotton,
Quenching the thirst, your guise is that monsoon.

There is nothin’ just like you

It is not the facet of the white moonlight,
But your smile that wanes out the darkness.
It is not the facet of a gentle breeze on a hot day,
But the flinging of your hairs that brings coolness.

It is not the quirk of a setting sun,
But your lips that Color the roses red.
It is not the quirk of a dense branched tree,
But your beautiful thatch hair that provides shed.

It is not the trait of a sparrow or a cuckoo,
But your cadence voice that constructed notes.
It is not the trait of the ice blanket on mountains,
But your cheeks that gives white its colour quotes.

It is not the facet of the perennial rivers and streams,
But your eyes that gives depth to the giant ocean.
It is not the facet of the fireflies in the night,
But the pleasure of seeing you that makes stars twinkle with devotion.

It is not the quirk of a pearl born in its shell,
But your eyes that gives shape to the sun.
It is not the quirk of stars reflection on the sea,
But your traits that makes the heart of the zillions run.

It is not the facet of the fragrance in a parterre,
But your blissful form that keeps everyone breathing.

Hindi:-

Chaand Ki Chandni Mein Woh baat kahan,
Yeh Toh Teri Muskan Hai Jo andhiyara mitati Hai.
Garmi me us Thandi Hawa Ke Naram jhonke Mein wo Baat Kahan,
Yeh Toh Teri zulfo ka jhatakna hai jo thandak pahuchati hai.

Doobte Suraj Ki Madhham se Lali Mein Woh Baat Kaha,
Yeh Toh Tere Honth Hain Jo Gulabo Mein Laal Rang bharte hai.
Ghane paedon ki dolti Hui Shakhaon Mein Woh Baat Kaha,
Yeh Toh Tere Ghane Baal Hai Jo chaanv dete Hain.

Papihe ki peehu aur Koyal ki kooho mai wo baat kaha,
Yeh to teri awaaz hai jisse Sur aur Taal bante hain.
Pahado par barf ki us chaadar mai wo baat kaha,
Ye to tere Gaal hai jo barf Ko gora karte hai.

Bahti hui in jheelon aur nadiyo me wo baat kaha,
Ye to teri ankhei hai jo Sagar Ko gahrai deti hai.
Raat ke andhere me chamchamte jugnuon me wo baat kaha,
Ye to tera Deedar hai jinse sitaare jagmaga uthte hai.

Seep mei janme naye Moti me wo baat kaha,
Ye to tere mast Nayan hai jo Sooraj Ko golakar dete hai.
Saagar par padte sitaaro ki chaadar ke pratibimb me wo baat kaha,
Ye to teri Ada hai jisse logo ke dilo ki dhadkane chalti hai.

Phoolu ke us baagh ki khushbu me wo baat kaha,
Ye to tera roop hai jisse saanso ki saansei bharti hai.

– Parth Agarwal

The poem was first written in Hindi, but I believe that the translation has came out pretty nicely. Hope you enjoy these verses!

There is nothin’ just like you is an imagination that taps into the deepest part of the heart. When we juxtopose the nature and someone we admire, even the beauty of the nature falls short. It is just a way to tell that beauty lies in the eyes of beholder! Everyone is beautiful and there is nothin’ just like you!😊

You Beauty!!

In your face, I can feel the presence of god.
Lighting up the dark alleys with a smile so broad.
Even the black and white becomes colorful, with your touch.
To honour your spirit even the alphabets aren’t much.
The zeal you possess and the grit that you attire,
Complemented by the unmatched beauty that everyone desire.
Under the hood of poise resides a tender heart,
Wandering the world in search of its true serene part.
For the roses will wilt and the leaves will wither,
But thy beauty will be intact as the heavens never smither. 😍

But where is she?

Her infectious smile makes a myriad of flowers dance merrily round the clock,
Her cheerful laugh is like an addictive music of waves hitting the rock.
Her mirthful nature obliterates the darkness of a heart forlorn,
A glimpse of her harbingers an unrivalled freshness of dawn.
She is an epitome of fortitude that cannot be breached,
She is a castle of bravado that can never be seiged.
Veiling herself by an unperturbed and immaculate volition,
Har scintillating cavernous eyes are epithets of her ambition.
And Intrepid mind adorns her like an impeccable Tiara,
Spreading her gusto she enriches the surroundings with her aura.
A flabbergasting beauty cradling an ethereal heart,
She is my “Wonder woman” to which her pristine figure impart.
She is like a fresh and cozy wind that soothes the cheeks,
Blowing through her hairs, to get her aroma, the wind sneaks.
She is a priceless gem, the seven kingdoms are in search for,
And for me, she is all the good reasons worth dying for.
But where is she!?!?

Dreaming about someone special, especially when there isn’t one, is the past time job of every person out there.. Where is the prince charming? Where is my Snow white? The unanswered question that lingers around like an unsolved mystery. Our unanswered prayers may get answered but finding the right answer to this one question is tough!!

So, let us not feel bad.. Let us close our eyes and see!! I hope this poem gave us a glimpse if not the answer!!😛

My Moonlight Fantasy 🌒

Walking under the moonlight I looked at the moon,
With a hope that I shall meet someone pretty, soon.
Hope to see a face that has a radiant glow,
And the eyes that can make the world go slow.
The delicate eyelids covering those precious gems,
Hiding inside them the depth from where the truth begins.
Dazzled and spellbound by the silvery shine,
For the teeth that sparkle with the smile so divine.
Make no haste although the winter may fall,
For her luxuriant hair are the source of warmth.
An aroma that can fill someone with joy and zeal,
Bestowing upon me her humbleness which none can steal.
The rosy lips or perhaps the lips of rose,
Garnishing over the yummy cake is a cherry nose.
The emptiness deep down is now ceasing to grow,
For the boulevard has finally begin to glow.
The face as white as snow with a tinge of crimson,
Wears the serenity of a sunset below horizon.
A smile so beautiful that no flower can match,
It comes with delicacy and makes my day in a snatch.
An enthralling gaze of those mesmerizing beautiful eyes,
And the miraculous blink makes my heart skip beat twice.
The golden voice always ring a welcome note,
The cuckoo bird envies of u for such a clean throat.
The moon is still there staring at the twinkling star,
But the moonlight found you adorned in the most beautiful avatar.
For no star can shine or twinkle as bright as you,
And no light can make the world sparkle the way you do.. 😊

Sometimes the beautiful nature nudges us in a world of fantasy. We then begin to dream of someone who not only matches the beauty of the nature but supercedes it. A spectacularly gorgeous person whose allure is gilded when juxtaposed to nature. I hope that the readers, through this poem, smile while reliving their fantasies.