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I hope you will like these musings!😅
Na jaane kyu aj fir bhar aya hai ye dil..
Kya ye hai kisi puraani yaad ka saraab,
Ya toota hai koi naya sa khwaab.
Kya chhoote daaman ki hai ye chhaap,
Ya uthle Paani me doobne ka hai pashtataap.
Chhota sa dil, na jaane na pahchaane,
Moorakh sa sabko ye Apne hai maane.
Bhool Jata hai aksar ye un khanjaron ka Dard,
Tez garmi me bhi saha hai bhavnaon ka Sard.
Shayad sochta hai ke Kahi jayega koi ise mil,
Par Abhi bhi Na jaane kyu aj fir bhar aya hai ye Dil.
When your life starts seeming like a race,
And valors of past start mocking in your face.
Just remember a very simple funda,
Your Friends won’t let you be a broken anda!
Well, for those who have watched FRIENDS, you will know what this is about.
But even if you haven’t watched, I hope you like these poems.
Who was right, who was wrong.. the debate will always go on… But I am presenting the emotions of Ross And Rachel after that incident.
Our love was vehemently cruising,
Piercing all hurricanes it sail.
Sinking like Titanic ironically musing,
Wasn’t it too big to fail.
Those hugs and kisses,
The coffee house now misses,
And our starry museum night.
What happened all of a sudden,
Did I push a wrong button,
Shoving me in a spot so tight.
You were mine I thought,
For me, with the world you fought.
It was supposed to stay.
“Ross and Rachel” were meant to be,
If only you had fully trusted me,
But “We were on a break” you say.
Such a big and dreadful loss.
Your words and actions no more rhymes,
Slaying me over and over a zillion times.
Shattered and wretched here as I stand,
I love you still but now ‘us’ must disband.
My childhood dream,
O the love of my life.
Always yearning for thy love esteem,
Destiny had me divorced my wife.
My love has always been you,
And it’s not a hyperbole but true.
For when you said yes I knew,
Our love shall never bid adieu.
May be it was my insecurity,
That made me doubt thy sanctity.
For you were busy and had no time,
I was still silly and you at your prime.
My love for you made me so blind,
How to trust men who are of all kind.
But I should have trusted you for you were mine,
But you asked me for a break, which wasn’t fine.
Shattered I left, I felt so low,
Your one statement was like a big blow.
Searching for solace in you, u left me bereft,
The price we had to pay was treacherously heft.
We were on a break, as u advocated,
Unfortunate it was, but love never abdicated.
I tried my best to hide it too,
Only if I had the power to undo.
When I said that she was different,
I didn’t mean to say.
My love for you is reverent,
Baby please don’t keep me at bay.
Look at me, look into my eye.
It was a mistake, please don’t cry.
I love you as much as you love me,
We were on a break, is my dire apology.
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Innocents stay muted,
Their honour amputed.
We stay low,
As the bombs around us blow.
The takers never turn into givers,
That’s how inequality prolifers.
The shy is considered to be weak,
But 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.
Wo tumhe chor kahe,
Tum shor samajh bhula dena.
Chori ki rah par chale bina,
Shauhrat itni kama lena.
Ped par lage falon par pathhar padte rahenge e-dost,
Apni kaamiyabi samajh unhe bhi apna bana lena.
Mohabbat-ik-tarfa hai khuda ka wo dastoor,
Na mera isme kasoor jo chadha uska fitoor.
Akele hi raaste napwaata hai ye kambakht,
Uske sapne saja chaen churata be waqt.
Mohabbat me uske ab ye tanhai bhi manzoor,
Na mera isme kasoor, rahta bas uska hi suroor.
Mohabbat-ik-tarfa Ko maanlia apna hamsafar,
Aarzoo me teri, palko se aansu shuru krte apna Safar.
Fir na Ruk paate aur bahte rahte din raat,
Bahte bahte sookh jaate yaad krke tumhari har baat.
Mohabbat meri fir bhi na hui kam magar,
Aarzoo me teri, naapi teri galiyan tera nagar.
Mohabbat-ik-tarfa ban gayi meri zindagãni,
Khud se hi krne laga tere liye beimaani.
Khubsurati kya hai, dekh tujhe maine pahchãna,
Khudkhushi kya hai, mohabbat me teri ye jãna.
Mohabbat meri aisi ki na chali meri manmaani,
Khud se hi chhin gayi har naadani jaani anjaani.
Mohabbat-ik-tarfa hai mera ek junoon,
Kabhi mere Dil ka chaen, kabhi meri rooh ka Sukoon.
Hai yakeen bhi mujhe, wo smjhegi is pyaar Ko kabhi,
Aur ayegi banke bahar, mitãne mere aansu aur gum sabhi.
Mohabbat meri hai uski ibaadat na koi fariyaad,
Kabhi mere jeevan ki buniyaad, kabhi mere saanson ki muraad.
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.
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.