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.