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.

Nasha Daaru aur Wo

Maahol jamaya tha yaaron ne,
Nasha Chadhana tha jo aj.
Jaam sajaya tha kalakaaro ne,
Yaadon Ko uski bhulana tha jo aj.

Ek hath me sulagta sutta to dooje me tha jaam,
Fir bhi kambakht na kar paya koi apna kaam.

Dawa samjha tha jis daaru ko zamaane ne,
Seene me aag laga gayi alag hi paimaane me.

Hothon se lagaya hi tha maine pahla jaam,
Ke kadwi ghoonth le ayi meetha sa paigaam.

Dikhne lagi gahrai un aankhon ki,
Sunai di wo baatein, wo kahani un raaton ki.
Kaara kaajal jinhe sajati, thi wo haseen ankhein,
Tukur Tukur mere netr jinhe kare the taakein.

Roka maine jaise taise doobne se khud ko,
Uthaya chakna socha nahi yad karna hai usko.
Sochte sochte ke na sochu phir uski yaad aayi,
Kaun kahta hai daaru hai har gam ki dawai.

Matar ka daana guzra hi tha abhi gale se hokar,
Lagi pyas, aayi wo maano amrit me honth bhigokar.
Na rahi madira ki pyaas na kisi sutte ki aas,
Ban chuka tha mai uske rasile honthon ka daas.

Nasha chadha anokha pee li thi jo daaru,
Baithe baithe mai ghooma to laga baat bangayi.
Par kambakht yaad aayi firse tu,
Aur ek baar dobara meri ye zameen ruk gayi.

Chadhti daaru le aai barbaadi ka paigam.
Do nashon ke beech shuru hua sangraam.
Ek or thi wo daaru jo chadh agle din utar jaaye,
Doosri or thi wo jisko apne dil-o-jaan saup aaye.

Kaidi ban huye the giraftar jiske pyaar me hum,
Zamaanat na dila paya aj tak koi sutta koi rum.

Cheers!!! 🥃🍺🍻🥂

Desire – 500 followers!😋

Innocents stay muted,
Their honour amputed.

We stay low,
While the bombs around us blow.

The takers never become the givers,
That’s how inequality prolifers.

The shy is considered to be weak,
But the light never fails to spread through a creak.

It’s a conjecture of those fools,
Who use emotions as their tools.

None can control the tides of time,
Weakness can be moulded into strength sublime.

Thus rise for it’s not the horizon you desire,
But the limitless sky that awaits your fire.

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Hope to carry forward this zeal! Thank you again 😋😊😊

Ye Reshmi DHAAGE (Collab)

Ye reshmi dhaage hain jhooth se bune huye,
Bandhe inse yun hi khiche chale jaate hain.

Dhaagon ki pakad jab ho itni mazboot,
Tab aksar ye saansein jakad lejaate hain.

Sachh kya hai aur kya hai jhooth,
In dhaagon ka na koi rang na koi roop.

Ye Ishq, ye Jahaan,
Ye raaste, ye maqaam.
Ye lamha, ye baatein,
Ye toote Dil ki saugatein.

Jhoothi buniyaad ki karte hain daastaan baya,
Reshmi dhaage bhi chubh lahu bahate hai yaha.

Hello people !! This piece has been written in Collab with Bhavna.. Hope you like this little collaboration of ours 😄🤗🤗

Cheers!🤘

Pakizah Mohabbat

Guzre huye waqt ki aisi hai taaleem,
Heer ko na Ranjha mila, na Anarkali ko Saleem.
Ishq-e-junoon ki nasihat bane Bajirao aur Mastaani,
Noor-e-Jahan me samaa gaye wo karke manmaani.

Gustaakhi thi lafzon ki aisi kala haseen,
Kabhi tez-talwaar fariyaad to kabhi ibaadat rangeen.
Sisakte palon ki guftgu ke shaamiyaane the azeez,
Sachhe pyaar ki khoj me shahid huye kitne nacheez.

Taameel-e-ishq hai nahi aasaan,
Sabki kismat sajaati nahi muskaan.
Haal-e-dil ki mehar hai jo koi gam raas na aaye,
Mohabbat hai pakizah wo jo chhidak paani aag lagaye.

PS:
Fariyaad- complaints
Ibaadat – prayers
Mehar- kindness
Pakizah – pure
Taameel – compliance
Taaleem – education

Castle of bluffs

Her eyes were scintillating with a vivid hope.
No matter the might of storm, she would cope.
Unfortunately for her, she was in a dark land,
The glimmer in eyes were the reflection of sand.

Sand that was thrown by him in those beautiful eyes.
Eyes that spoke the truth were blinded by lies.
Lies that he told without a modicum of guilt.
Guilt that could have saved the castle she built.

Castle that she believed was forged with love,
Turned into dust when she unearthed his bluff.
Bluffs that she hoped were a series of bad jokes,
What shattered all her dreams was a big hoax.

As she weeped, the tears carried away the hopes.
What remained was the sand that couldn’t go down the slopes.
And now the sand flows with her blood,
Tethered with lies she couldn’t escape the flood.

Drowning in his lies she decomposed into dust,
To turn into a pheonix and to defeat lust.

Well!! Probably my heart is very heavy that I have written something like this.. I can’t put words together to summarise this one.

I juat hope that you guys like it!!😌

To All The captious people

Dr. Yagika has been introduced recently to the wp. She writes amazing quotes and articles which are good food for thought. This latest article is a strong message to all the people who disparage others, the body shamers.. We need to introspect what is going wrong that we are becoming like this.
Hope you like this post. Please support and encourage her 😊✌️

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. 💕💕

There is a place..

You see..

There is a place..
Where your smell lingers,
Where your smile lights up the darkest corners,
Where your voice is the sweetest song,
Where your words are the medicine so strong,
Where your eyes are the heavenly treasure,
Where your one sight is all that matter.

So u see..
There is a place in me
Where a part of you lives forever.

Eternal song of a Bumblebee

Akhir aa hi gaya wo din jb milna tha bhanwre ko phool se,
Geet gaata, gungunata pahucha wo bhawar uske suroor me.
Beet gaye the jo din, jo pal us phool ki yaad me,
Phirse hone wali hai mulaqat,nikla bhanwra anokhe andaaz me.

Uski yaad ane par saanso ko ahista wo chalaya karta,
Dhadhkano me unki ibadat krne mai jo khalal padta.
Band kaliyo ke shabnam se zyada hai tum me taazgi,
Apni khushbu se sabko khush krdo aisi hai tumhari sadgi.

Udta chal raha tha bhanwra apne pankho se nahi honsalo se,
Phool se milne ki khushi ne kiya jo tha utsaahit use.
Aise to honge aur bhi phulon me naaz aur andaaz,
Par milna hai us bhanwre ko jis phul se unki ada hi hai khaas.

Us bhanwre ki hadd hai wahan tak,
Miljaye use us phool ke nishaan jahan tak.
Udta chala hai dekho us phool se milne ki chaah me,
Uthata ja raha hai uski sugandh apni sundar si raah me.

Thi to use jaldi apni manzil ko paane ki,
Sabse pyaara phool jo raah dekh raha tha uske aane ki.
Faasle bhi hi zaroori paas aane ke liye,
Bhoolna bhi hai zaroori yaad aane ke liye.

Par wo bhawra to tha un faaslo aur us bhulne ki majboori se juda,
Apne pankh par gire huye us phool ki pattiyo ko liya tha usne saja.
Na hoga koi phool jiski koplo me hogi aisi damak,
Dekh ke jise ajaye murjhaye chahro par bhi chamak.

Zar se bhi zareen unki kople hai sabse naram,
Bhanwre ke safar ki thakan ko unke sparsh se lgjata hai marham.
Na dekha tha kabhi koi phool itna rangeen aur khubsurat,
Us bhawre ki majaal dekho jo bnane chala khud ko us phool ki chhat.

Rah na jaye koi baat adhoori isliye gungunata rahta tha,
Chhoot na jaye ye saath phool ko ghar banaye rakha tha.
Ho jo tum wo phool, tumhara har andaaz hai nirala,
Akhir tumne hi is bhawre ko rakha hai har dm samhaala.

Na tha koi, na hoga koi ek phool tumsa haseen aur lajawaab,
Tumhare liye sooraj bhi hojaye sheetal aur chaand bedaag.
Aane do is qaaynaat me bade se bada zalzala,
Na band hopayega is bhanwre ka uske phool se milne ka silsila.

Bas me hota to bna leta wo us phool par apna ghosla,
Jaaye jahan bhi wo phool,uska bhanwra bhi saath chal chala.
Shahad bhare us phool ke kaante bhi nahi chubha karte hai,
Bhanwre ko to wo kaate bhi resham ke parvat jaise lagte hai.

Kho gaya hai ye bhanwra us phool ki mand masti mai,
Karle band phool use khud me aur sawaar hojaye itehaad ki kashti mai.
Na honge kabhi bhi door hum phool aur bhanwar,
Karta rahunga gunjaar aur gunjte rahenge mere ye swar amar.

The longing of a lover to meet his beloved, the wait and the anticipation can not be expressed but can only be felt. Just like a bee which floats in love to meet its flower. The journey it embarks on to embrace it beloved, humming along a serenade of eternal love.

Happy Women’s Day 😊