Searching...Waiting...?

So what is it that makes us truly love someone?
is it just spending time with them is fun?
is it necessary to have thousands of photographs...
or just some cherishable moments you had...

distance decides if it is true love...
just to show its purity of a white dove...
closing your eyes will bring each second...
in front of your eyes just like a life size print...

thinking of whom makes you more strong...
makes you want to... with them go along...
and be there through sadness and happiness...
only love... you dont need to impress...

so where does this love exist on this sphere...
made of green and blue... very far or near?
is that person around me i want to know...
someone i shouldnt let go?

i need some hint here my dear universe...
where is the one with whom i ll share this earth...
who is that person i will spend my life with...
with whom i ll live life like i never did...

my trust in you tells me you ll answer me soon...
and i ll meet that someone by my birthday next june...
till then i shall carry on with life as usual...
and remember of this promise that i hope is mutual...

From the past

Din mein yunhi baithe huye,
na jane kyu kuch sapne bune...
Ki ek din duniya mein apna naam hoga...
Zindagi jald hi degi aisa moka...
Charo or mujhe jaanenge log...
Ek baar jo rasta mila, koi na sakega rok...
Kehte hain ki sabr ka phal meetha hota hai...
Thoda intezar karne par sabse behtareen milna pakka hai...
Jab sab aaspaas ho utawle...
Unko dekh ke kabhi nirnay kabhi na lena harbarahat mein...
Kyuki zindagi hai aapki, unki nahi,
Aggar yeh baat maani, toh aapki jeet nishchit hai likhi...



A poem i found from my college time notebook... still searching for more... will add if i find any...

In Motion...

like waves in the ocean...
thoughts in mind are in motion...
stop they never even at request...
my mind asks for a little rest...

but this movement of my creation...
are in their own form each a supplication...
for my thinking place to keep working...
and not end up like others' rusting...

so the so very kind... my dear mind...
shows a little kindness and doesn't wind...
these thougts and shut the lid...
but lets them play around like a child...

Sleeping towards darkness?

as i see the sky turning from black to light blue,
and am reminded of the minutes so few,
i have... before i go to bed again...
will i be awake to see the colour change across the plane?
irony i see over here in my life is...
about something i am about to miss...
as life is turning brighter today...
i wont now be able to stay...
awake to watch the brightness show the tree totally green...
as now i close my eyes to go to sleep...
and enjoy even if when i get up the world is dark...
illuminating with the light from within, when i sing like a lark...

Timing in...

do pal ki keemat ko kaise tola jaye...
har pal aggar paani ki tarah baha jaaye...
jo saath mein na chala main is pal ke...
aane wale sab pal lagenge paraye...

chalna kya aaj kafi hai yahaan...
daud bhi ab lagti hai dheemi...
do pal socha aaram karlu...
lekin samay nahi hai meri sajni...

do pal ki keemat ko kaise tola jaye...
har pal aggar paani ki tarah baha jaaye...
jo saath mein na chala main is pal ke...
aane wale sab pal lagenge paraye...

aane waale pal apne ho na ho...
bas bhoolu na main apni jado(roots) ko...
do pal toh unke baare mein sochlu...
woh apne... itne palo tak saath nibhaye the jo...

do pal ki keemat ko kaise tola jaye...
har pal aggar paani ki tarah baha jaaye...
jo saath mein na chala main is pal ke...
aane wale sab pal lagenge paraye...

Waking up...

Sitting on the couch I close my eyes,
And let my imagination be my guide...
To take me to the land of similar sounds...
Where to the visuals I am not bound...

These drop of summer rain,
As they fall on my window pane...
With voices of the vehicles moving...
And the smell in the air spreading...

Take me back to my days in Cuffe Parade, Bombay,
When on closing my eyes I would be in the same ambience as today...

In the morning when I entered my room,
This was probably hours before noon...
The fragrance in the air I could smell...
Brought me happiness because I know what I felt...

That I was back in my Master's city,
The holy pilgrim in the small town in Shirdi...
It felt like I was in one of the hotel rooms I ve stayed in,
What was missing here was the Dwarkamai and Samadhi Mandir...

But climbing down the stairs of the old Brotherton library,
I felt like I was going to my Sai's Samadhi...

So now a question comes to my mind...
For how long can these visuals bind...
Me... In this place I am still new to...
And people I know here will soon be few...

No... I dont need an air ticket to travel back to MY land...
Just 'closing my eyes' again is now my plan...

Thinking?

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

kya unko main apna bulau?
ya phir paraya maan jau?

bulane par kabhi woh aaye nahi...
kuch burra maane? yeh bhi bataye nahi...

phir yehi sochta hoon main...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

dikhne par khush nazar aate hain sabko...
par na jaane kya dard satata hai unko?

ki apna bulake bhi batate nahi...
darta hoon khona do unhe kahi...

phir yehi sochta hoon main...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

lekin sahi mayno mein kya unse kuch chahiye mujhe?
shayad yehi ki unke chehre ki muskurahat kabhi na bujhe...

woh ho na ho aas paas kahi bhi...
mujhe khushi mile sirf mujhse hi...

phir shayad yeh na sochunga mein...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...



Not thinking of any person as such... just random thoughts... bound by words...