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 Pinecones

I went to Manali last year with family, to celebrate my parents’ 25th marriage anniversary. 🤗💕

The place was like heaven ( Even though I haven’t been to heaven yet 🤭, but i believe it could be something like Manali).
And what I brought back were some lovely pinecones which were lying lonely on the roads, parks and pavements. 🙈🥂

They looked like this:

(One of those many pinecones that we collected🤗)

While this natural colour is magnificent in itself, I felt I needed to try my (long time no see) creativity skills on these pretty pinecones 😈😈.. giving a modicum of make up if you may say 😛🙈

And the result was quite satisfactory!!😻😇

👆 What do you say friends??
Would love to hear your opinion, please do share if you liked them 😊😄

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 😊

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.

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!😊