Mera

kya hai apna aur kya hai paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?
kabhi kuch kareeb toh kabhi kuch duur...
yehi toh sochne par karta hai mujhe majboor...
ki kya sahi mayeene mein hai apna aur kya paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?

Answering

what is new and what is old?
is it on the basis of what we are told?
who is close and who is far?
is it physically how we are apart?
what is true and what is false?
who makes the final call?


there maybe thousand such quesions,
that might be taking revolutions...
inside our mind during the day,
and for an answer we may constantly pray...
for this darkness to end from our lives...
so that towards the light we can strive...


sooner or later its time... when you...
may find what you call the truth...
reach that stage of realisation; if you may call it...
and might think of yourself as actually a stupid...
because the answers that you were searching in others' brightness...
was always there if for a few minutes your eyes were open... to what seemed like darkness...

Just for a second

Just for a second our eyes met...
On our faces angel like smiles were set...
Then my bus started to move...
Even if for a second... The love story came true...

Faint Light at Night

When I stay up at night,
And love the silence and in the room, and a faint light,
From the street-light across the road,
I tend to get into this thinking mode...

Today my mind asks me to answer this question...
Why do we meet some good people only for a short duration?
Some people who are worthy of more than a special mention...
Who my mind thinks should be a part of me or at least my extension...
... Who my mind yearns to be with...
And starts acting like a kid...

That is when I tell my mind...
To stop this usual grind...
And be happy that you at least met,
Someone you haven't forgotten yet...
Leaving the universe to pay this unpaid debt...
Within the time frame you set...
Someway or the other the universe will pay back...
and make up for this time lag...
Between what you thought were the last moments...
And the soon to be presents...

Till then my thinking machine,
lets just enjoy this beautiful scene...
Of when I stay up at night...
with the silence in my room and the faint light...

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...