Heybeliada

Sitting in the forest, looking at the setting sun,
With no humans around, not even one,
I see the sky and sea merge into each other,
So far from each other, but still together.

In this cacophony of seagulls and dogs barking,
and the surroundings darkening,
I wish I could be here forever
and this moment, oh mother nature!
Pauses, and never comes to an end.
Oh, if only this time cycle I could mend!

Everyone here seems to be at peace with each other,
A proof that we are all from the same mother.
If only it could be like this in the world outside,
And everything on the exterior is just like inside,
I wouldn't have to come so far away,
searching for a place where I could stay.

Story in their Eyes

The story said by their eyes,
are the mirror to the truth and the lies.
Fear, anger, pain, hope, forgiveness,
In what to others looks like mess.

Living in a world of their own,
Only seldom are they captured or shown.
What to others may seem as the worst possible life,
Is how these people for perfection strive.
These eyes which seem, for long have not had rest,
Are infact perfectly relaxed in their nest.
This nest of solitude and supreme inner knowledge,
which is on the earth's other extreme edge.
Where you and I can never reach.
So let us learn what their eyes teach.

"Even if it feels the world regrets our presence,
To forgive every such thought is the essence.
Where we are today, may seem like the 'worst materialistic end',
That is a lie, we unfortunately can't mend.
We now go back in to our cocoon,
Hoping that you will join us soon."

The Endless Walk

I was on this road I didn't know,
Couldn't say who was a friend or a foe.
Dozens of people around me kept talking,
But I, I just kept walking.
                                               
This road I walk on seems endless,
Since I am born, I am walking, no rest.
I see a few people there mocking,
But I, I just keep walking.

The road ahead seems to be trying,
Yes I am little scared, am not lying.
Others might think I will sit here rotting,
But I, I will just keep walking.

पंछी का ज्ञान

पेड़ की टहनी पर बैठे उस पंछी को देख,
लिखना शुरू किया मैंने यह लेख।

आगे क्या आएगा, कहाँ पता है मुझें?
बीते लम्हों के दीए भी हैं अब जैसे बुझे।
तो आज की रौशनी से पढ़ने लगा मैं,
क्या उस पंछी के पंखों पर लिखा है।

एक कहानी ऐसी लिखी थी,
जो न कभी मैंने थी पढ़ी।

एक एक शब्द जैसे एक हीरे के समान,
हीरों के हार का फिर भी न मिला उसे सम्मान।
बस उस पंछी के पंखों में छिपी,
वह कहानी आज भी अनकही।

जानता हूँ आप भी उत्सुक्त हैं जानने के लिए,
कि उस पंछी के पंखों ने मुझे क्या ज्ञान दिए।
पर अफ़सोस कि वह राज़ मैं बता न पाउँगा,
अरे कहाँ से वह शब्द लाऊंगा?
जब तक मैं लिख पाता उस रहस्य को,
वह पंछी उड़ गया आकाश की ओर।

आज भी मैं ठीक उस समय,
बैठा पाउँगा उस पेड़ तले,
कागज़ और कलम हाथ में लिए,
उस पंछी के इंतज़ार में आज भी जिए। 

Angel in the Carriage

Today I saw this lady in the train,
I didn't know if I will meet her again.

When I got on, I could see her mingle,
with some book on her kindle.

That feeling of knowing her since long,
crept into me. was it right or wrong?
Such questions I am unable to answer,
I so wanted to talk to her.

In the mirror like glass window,
I saw someone I just got to know,
Or was hoping to know a little more,
When through the tunnel my train tore.

I knew this meant my station was next,
If only there were a few more moments of rest,
I would have perhaps mustered some courage,
to speak to this angel in the carriage.

But then I saw the train pulling into the platform,
And heard the driver blow the train horn.
Just when I got off, I turned around to see,
She was standing right behind me!

I looked at her and she smiled,
I took this guess so wild,
That may be she too wanted to speak to me,
in her hand, this blue paper I could see.

She passed it to me to read what she wrote,
I thought may be it is a small note.
But lo behold, she too had written a rhyme,
That we should together spend sometime.

As the train started to move ahead,
Both of us together to each other said,
Would you like to go for a drink?
To which she smiled and then winked.

And we started to walk out of the station,
and that my friends was the start of our relation. 

Your World for You

In this world of black and white,
In this world of wrong and right,
You try to live in shades of grey,
And not care for what you say,
You try to develop this world of yours,
Where there is no neither or nor,
Abundance of both the shades you find,
Not just externally, even in the mind.
So much so that in your cocoon,
That you built for Aroon,
You invite others for a peek,
But they cant find what they need,
They just see a world of disarray,
Where you see the brightest ray.
No matter how much you try to explain,
All your efforts will be in vain,
So stop explaining and enjoy your world,
Which is still almost unheard.
And is better of this way my friend,
Its a world only for you in the end.

One Moment

In one moment,
Life can be so different.

One moment, I think of sitting with you,
Another moment, I am in a place so new.

One moment, I feel secure,
Another moment, I get charmed by your lure.

One moment, I see an angel in your reflection,
Another moment, the devil without a mention.

One moment, we dance in love together,
Another moment, your thunder changes the weather.

One moment, I am not in control,
Another moment, I play the masters role.

One moment, I become aggressive,
Another moment, to peace I am submissive.

One moment, I feel I am going to cry,
Another moment, your music makes me high.

One moment, I try to think of more rhymes,
Another moment, I leave it for another time.

In one moment,
Life can be so different.

Detour to Dreams?

एक छोटे से बच्चे के मन में था एक ख्वाब,
बड़े होकर जिस इंडस्ट्री में काम करते हैं अमिताभ,
उस इंडस्ट्री में बड़ा आदमी बनेगा,
जैसे पापा कहते हैं, बड़ा नाम करेगा।

लेकिन जल्दबाज़ी में उसने गलत ट्रेन पकड़ ली,
बॉम्बे से दिल्ली, and then लन्दन after दिल्ली।

लन्दन में उसे लगा की जैसे कुछ अधूरा है,
फिर मालूम पड़ा, की दिल तोह साला अब भी बॉम्बे में पड़ा है!

सब खराब लगने लगा, अरे नहीं चाहिए थी उसे पौड वाली cream,
कि एक दिन उसने कहीं सुना, "Things are never as bad as they seem."
और नया दिल बनाने की कोशिश में लग गया वह छाबिसी,
इस अब भी अंजान शहर में ढूँढने लगा वोह हँसी।

फिर एक दिन, उसने बॉम्बे के डिब्बे में छुपी एक कहानी सुनी,
उस परदे के धागों से एक सपनो की कहानी बुनी।  
और अब उसके मन  में हर पल येही बात रहती है,
"कभी कभी गलत ट्रेन भी सही जगह पहुंचा देती है।"

Stairway to Heaven?

walking by the sea shore,

I found this door,

covered in the sand, easy to miss,

thinking, who would have left this,

door in this sand, i started to lift,

the door to see what lies beneath it.

like all stories, there was a staircase,

but there was a door sign in this case,

'stairway to heaven', said the sign,

i still laugh at that writing this rhyme.

how could a staircase going down, 

to the heaven instead rebound?

I have always learnt that heaven is up there,

would I actually reach there should i dare?

but then what if heaven is not in the sky,

but somewhere deep down it resides?

and isn't like the people think it is, 

and there aren't any angels that kiss.

so intrigued was I that I decided,

the stairway can no longer hide it,

closing the door behind me i went down the staircase,

so that the sand can once again hide the door's face.

The Silhouette of the Known Unknown

From far I saw this silhouette,
of someone I thought I had met.
at once I started to search,
in mind's little church,
"where have I seen this shadow before?
does it belong to someone I know?"
just then the figure started running,
towards me, soon I could see a forming.
that was good enough to remember,
but not good enough, even for an ember.
so I stood there waiting for the etching,
to turn into a portrait I was searching.
just as the profile was almost visible,
I had to leave my curiosity in the middle,
and rush back to my home again,
I made it in time in the end.
in the heat of the revelation of the being,
I forgot I had left the water to boil for my tea...

Fly Away

fly away, 
fly away to this land dear bird,

this land of which is unheard.

where everyone is so different,

that even if you search for a hint.

of something or someone similar to you,

all you find is something new.

where you can't judge anyone,

and you can be judged by none.

each creature dancing to its own tune,

where the ego goes up in fumes...

and you are able to fly endlessly,

not like today, helplessly.

where each is an eagle in their own right,

and of the king of the sky, they have might.

but still fly without a sense of pride,

just simply, enjoying this ride.

fly away, 

fly away to this land dear bird,

this land of which is unheard.

Science of a Woman

That girl I just saw,
Her beauty so raw...
Spreading this sunshine ray,
listening to a song of Coldplay.

Asking questions of science,
a simple girl in defiance,
Of what this world says.
Oh I wish this wasn't a phase,
And I could see her dance,
Be with her in that trance.

But then the songs comes to an end,
And no matter how much I try to mend,
This seems to be broken forever.
Oh I want to see you again. Would I ever?

I hope from the bottom of my heart,
My love wherever you are,
you are thinking of me my dear,
like I think of you with this fear,
of not meeting each other ever,
If I could, I would tell her.

You my darling eventhough,
you really might not know.
I think of you in every breath,
And hope of building this nest,
That resides you and me,
even beyond eternity.

I miss you not being next to me,
Only you have the power to set me free.
So I sit here and wait for you,
To make my dream come true.

I don't really know how long can I wait.
Or if meeting again is in our fate.
And as I finish this last line,
The musician starts to sing, No Woman No Cry.

Our Dance

and when the piano started to play,

with you in my arms I started to sway.

eyes closed, I kept dancing till almost midnight.

till I felt something wasn't right.

I opened my eyes to see you gone,

and it was me dancing, no not alone.

but with the reflection of myself,

while I actually thought your hand I held.

Oh my reflection, so similar, yet so different,

you are from me. I can still smell your scent.

And wonder what was it that I did,

that from me you hid.

and what is it that I could do,

to bring you back to,

me. here, right beside me.

so that the next time I open my eyes,

all I see is your smile.

A little thing called Hope

Whenever I lose hope,
And all I can hear is no.
I look at your photo in my heart,
and then all of a sudden i start,
start to work towards something,
something I am praying...
praying that it comes to be true,
and in the way, it, I knew...
because it is one of the few things,
i wish i could see myself winning.
I haven't been defeated yet,
i know we have for long not met...
but till the time i know i have lost,
this one thing I have got.
this thing i call hope.
And if again I hear just a no,
I ll look at your photo in my heart,
and then again start.

The Light in her Smile

Oh the light in her eyes, when she smiles...
there is day even in night, for miles and miles...

Even in this dark dungeon
of mine,
there is this fresh breath
of  life...

As I try to move closer
to this light,
I am not sure if this is
right

I try to steal this glance,
a glance that could lead to a romance...

But just when I thought,
I could move away,
after just a glance.
my eyes just stay.

and keep looking at her

oh and when she smiles,
there is day even at night...

i wonder what would happen
when i hear her speak...

Future of the Past

Here you are today,
tomorrow you will be gone forever.
Oh my friend,
will I again, see you ever?

Will you come back without me calling you,
when you move to the land so new...
that even you find it alien,
although there you were forever living...

You might have not known me that well,
that in your heart I could dwell.
but if we were to meet again in the future,
i hope we can again nurture.

this thing i don't know what to call,
because may be it didn't exist at all.
but i knew i could feel something,
when i heard you breathing.

is it too late for a new beginning?
even if in my life i am always winning...
alas i will have this regret,
i wish i had asked you when you left...

Here you are today,
tomorrow you will be gone forever.
Oh my friend,
will I again, see you ever?

The Coffee Smile

While just looking around,
For a second my eyes found,
The coffee smile on your face.
What were you drinking I am trying to trace...
Was it a hazelnut latte or cappuccino?
I am too excited to know.
If you saw your coffee smile,
With the extra effects of sunshine,
You could understand why I write this rhyme.
I wish that coffee was mine...

A 1000 miles to my heart

I walked a 1000 miles,
A 1000 miles, just to see you smile.
I have captured this angel smile in my heart,
It may have been yours, but it is now a part,
It is now a part of me, and whenever I want,
I want to see your face, with that smile,
I'll just dive deep in to my heart,
And watch you smile for hours
For hours, till the time I look in the mirror
And I see you and not me
Till in everyone I see just you,
In everything I see just you.
One day I know this will be true,
After all, I am just a part of you.

You, me and water

we were walking on water,
and then the water froze,
i slipped. but you held my hand,
you took my hand and we ran,
and then we began to dance,
we danced till the ice cracked,
the ice cracked and water sprung,
it sprung like a volcano,
and we were thrown into the air,
but when we landed, it was land,
for once, we could walk and dance in peace,
forgetting about the water completely...
till we reached the sea shore...
and as we stood face to face,
face to face with water again,
not knowing what is our fate,
we ran in to the sea,
but alas, we drowned...
and now we live under this clear blue water,
looking at the bright sun through the waves,
waiting for a dolphin to take us back,
back up to the surface of the water

Describe this Music

dont ask me to describe this music,
this music can speak for itself.
it is something listening to which,
all you can say is aafreen aafreen...
oh and still you wont be able to,
describe what you feel... oh wait,
i hear some people say Mashallah!
but this music is even beyond that,
so come my friend, have a seat...
let me light a hookah for you...
and you could listen this music speak the truth

My First Journey From Home to Home

one day i left home,
it was the first day i left home.
i didn't know what to expect,
but started walking...

i started walking and looking around,
looking around at things i hadn't ever seen,
went to place I had never been...

a few miles from home i met a small boy,
the boy smiling looking at his toy,
his mother, smiling looking at her boy...
I thought maybe this is the world,
a mother and her son. happy. yes this is the world.

then i took a right turn and saw another boy,
a boy crying and shouting at his mother,
why did you get me a sports car in red,
take it back! i want it in black...

i wanted to go back to the road i was walking on before,
but decided to walk ahead, perhaps take a left...
just when i took a left, i saw a mp3 player,
i picked it up and picked a pair of earphones,
not far, just half a mile ahead...
i played the first song and saw what i hadn't ever seen,
i felt what i hadn't ever felt, heard what i never heard...

i started dancing in the middle of the road,
that dance then soon turned into a trance,
and i was soon dancing with the dervishes in Istanbul.

Dancing with them, i don't know what turns i took,
what roads we walked on, but i don't regret it,
because what i saw with my eyes closed,
would never be able to see with my eyes open...

but when i eventually opened my eyes,
i found myself back outside my home...
this time when i enter my home, i know,
i ve learnt of things earlier unknown,
with this world, little by little i have grown.
now when i go back inside, i will be different,
but i still walk in, walk in to soon,
really soon, leave home again...

Birds of a feather

i looked around here,
there, everywhere in this world.
no where could i find peace.

till i found a piece,
a piece of our long forgotten memory.
oh the happiness and joy it got to me.

i was hoping somehow you could see this.
but you being more than a thousand miles away,
wouldn't even ever know of the presence of this thought.

we, if i may still call you my friend, haven't talked.
we haven't talked for so long, that this time gone,
seems like the time between two different births.

one birth when we were together,
when i thought i could ask,
if this together could be forever.
now forever, we will never be together.
but maybe in a parallel universe,
or somewhere, we are still with each other,
creating the story i had once imagined.

i hope, or i think one day,
eventhough we may have gone astray,
this world will make us meet again,
and this long, perhaps one sided pain,
will become a source of this rain,
this rain in which we will dance together,
and who knows maybe forever,
we could be birds of a feather...

Your world, my land

i always dreamed of living in this land,
this land i knew existed.

but then the world i am in,
to such a tune it sings,
one that i am still not able to understand,
and i think if the land,
the land where you come from,
if that is the real world.
the world i truly belong to?

i want to dive in to it,
and experience the waters,
standing on the ledge i look back,
if i jump into the water,
i know i wont be able to come out ever,
it seems like a place where i could just, be.

then i think of the world i am in,
i know it a little better,
but i dont want to go back to my world.
i guess i ll stay on the ledge,
till a mermaid from your land pulls me in,
or the wind pushes me back to the world i am in.

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Thinking of her

This morning I woke up thinking of her.
In the past few days we have exchanged little words.
I wasn't sure if early morning thoughts of hers,
Would brighten up my day or make it worse?
Still I got up and continued with the daily routine,
Trying to understand what those early morning thoughts might mean.
I didn't get any answer so continued as usual,
Waiting at the present stop for the bus of the future...