Defining Love I See

How does one define love?
Love between a boy and a girl,
Love between a man and a woman...

People just able to talk in messages,
Sent on the latest smartphone
Gifted by their loved one...
But whom they cant stand,
Even for a second...

Or perhaps something I see in this couple,
Something that always stays young,
Young in the eyes of the two...
Who as they grow older together,
Get younger at heart...
Are rich with their smiles of love,
And don't mind a worn-out shoe or dirty jeans...
                 
As long as the two are together.
They have the world with them.

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.