Forgive me if you can

or see me die in pain.

As much as I wanted to

I could never hate you

my love was too strong

for hate to stand a chance.

तुमसे जो नज़रें मिली,
दिल को एक अनोखा एहसास हुआ|

क्या यही वो अहसास है,
जिसे प्यार कहती है ये दुनिया ?

What makes life meaningful?

Understanding another's

pain and suffering–perhaps.

I never needed you.  

I only wanted you.

A man, dejected
with a broken heart,
snapped all the ties
from his world,
roamed about places
one to the next
in search of peace.

One day he found himself
in a distant Fairy Land.
The fairies were surprised
to find him amongst them.
One fairy asked him
what he wanted.
Taken aback by the question
he said ,"A new heart."
The fairy said,"Don't worry, we do have a heart shop."
She took him there.
There he saw all kinds of hearts-
Some made of gold, some of silver,
and some normal too.

In another corner he saw
a collection of broken hearts
beautifully kept.
Out of curiosity he asked the fairy
why they kept those broken hearts.
She smiled and said,
"They are the epic story tellers."
Amazed by her words,
he left with his broken heart
back to his world.

A dying heart

drenched by a shower of love

came back to life.

After breaking everything,
all one can do
is rebuild-
brick by brick.

It was your silence

that gave me voice.

In a unique galaxy
somewhere in the universe,
special stars lived there,
big and small alike.

One day, a lost asteroid
found itself among those stars.
The stars were kind;
they let it stay there,
and one fine night
turned it into a star.

Now it is shining bright.

She was told:
"You are sold
    to an old
for some gold."

You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?

I have no riches
to win your heart,
No power
to make you mine.

All I have
are my words .
With them, I will build
a love bridge .

There,
one day,
someday,
our hearts will meet.


Hopefully.

Silence speaks...



Just listen.

If you ever fall down,

think of yourself

as a waterfall.

Silence,
Quiet,
Abandonment.

Some people know
the art of hurting so well
that they hurt you
where it hurts the most.

What will people say
is all that matters.
What the heart says
does not matter.
The heart speaks in silence
no one can hear.
It is the people
who says it out loud.

I often wonder,
what happens when all the lovers die ?
Do they really turn into stars,
to shine bright in the night sky ,
far away from each other -forever.

Or do they turn into stardust, become one,
comes down to the earth
to be reborn,
to fall in love again ?

Once there was a lonely girl,
dejected by the people she loved,
began to live in isolation.
Made friends with birds and bees.

One day she found a human friend,
who brought her back to the real world.
There,she found a treasure -
It made her happy again.

She was living joyfully once more,
with her new found treasure.  
But her happiness was short- lived.
In her solitude she refused
to take care of herself.

Now her body has turned fragile.
She knows her heart could stop anytime.
All she could think of now
was about her new found treasure.

What will happen to it after she was gone ?
So she asked her friend
the only person she trusted.

She offered him her treasure
hoping he would keep it safe
but her offer was turned down
for it was not his to keep.

With a broken heart
she went back to her old friends
stayed there till her final breath.

And the treasure she once held so dear
turned to dust in time.

If you were to ask
why I write
so much about love

Well, what can I say -

The Taj Mahal is my inspiration.

The mirror never
saw me cry.
All my tears are hidden
deep within
the vaults of my heart.

Only happy tears
rest in my eyes
and fall down
when my lips smile.

A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.

A Starfish lying dead
on the beach
when touched by waves
begins to breathe.

I said , "I  love you. "

He looked at me for a moment
and then with his gentle soft voice
he said,  " I  love  too....

      
           but not you. "

Beauty without kindness


is no beauty at all.

Mysterious are the ways
how the universe works.
People we see everyday
remains strangers all through our lives.
And yet someone living in a distant land
touches our heart in such a way,
It turns our whole life upside down.
They don't belong to us
still becomes a part of us.

The storm has passed.  
Now there is silence.
Pain is silently sitting
in some corners of my heart,
waiting to drift into a deep slumber,  
never to be awakened again.

We break a piece of glass....unintentionally.
We break a loving heart....intentionally.

When a glass breaks,
it makes a sound.
When a heart breaks,
it cries in silence.

Sometimes, pain is the only reminder


                
                  you are still alive.

All the grief,
all the pain –
I accept it
with both hands,
for it was given
to me
by the one
I love

Life is given to us,
it will be taken away.
When and how,
we won't know-
till it is our time.

A disease or disaster,

road rage or domestic violence,

war or Mother Nature's fury,  

                     or maybe
                    
                       just love.

It was my love
that gave you
the power to
hurt me.

What a wonderful place to be -
The world of words
Where imagination comes alive
Hopes fly high

They give joy,
tears too.

A place like no other
the world of words.

I
fell
in
love
in
an
instant

  
and


I
am
still
falling.

I saw her walking on a full moon night ,
Wearing a silver gown ,
Her face shining like a brilliant star .
She looked at me and smiled .

I stood ,wondering who she was .
Soon, I found her standing next to me .
She greeted me with her embrace,
and a kiss upon my lips.

Alas! I  woke up -
It was only a dream.

Part by part
you tore me apart.
Now you ask,
have I killed you
gently enough?

Yesterday, I was nothing .
I was happy.
You pulled me down .
Treated me like trash.
It ignited a fire in me.

Now, I shine bright ,
just like the Sun .
Don't come closer
You will burn ,
In my light.

I always loved blue–
the blue sky
the blue ocean
my little blue pen.
I painted oceans on canvas
in various shades of blue.

But today, I am blue with
every bitter memory I have
of you.

चाहत कागज़ पे लिखी कोई कविता नहीं
जिसे फाड़ कर फेंक दे कोई |
ये वो चिंगारी है जो
एक बार दिल को छू जाए तो
सारी उमर दिल में जलती रहती है |
कभी मुस्कान बनके होठों पर नज़र आती है
और कभी आंसू बनकर
आंखों से झलक जाती है|

You said, "It's over"
as if it was dinner .

It is love,
it is forever.

Let my heart fill with joy.
Let go of all the sorrows.
If hope keeps the world alive,
fill my heart with hope.

Your memories still bring tears to my eyes,
please remove them from my heart.
Set my aching heart free,
let it be whole again.

Once I was asked..if I could,
would I trade my broken heart with a perfect new heart ?
As tempting as it was,
I said I would not.
"Strange", he said. "Why not?"
With a smile I replied

"It is my broken heart that has turned me into a poet.
Each time it aches, emotions flows like a river
from where a beautiful new poem is born ,
which then I share with the world,
to bring them a moment of joy. "

One day, I was sitting idle,
feeling so lost, so lonely,
wishing for a friend
who would sit by me,
listen to me and make me smile.

A thought crossed my mind-
why not create a new friend?
So I decided to create one.

I took out my paints, brushes,
and a pristine canvas.
I painted a portrait of a girl.

Flowing hair, gentle eyes and
a beautiful calming smile.
I named her Ayliz (The Moon).

Now, every time I feel
lonely and sad,
I speak to her,
and she silently listens.
Her smile has healing power -
it makes me feel better.

What will tomorrow bring?
    
           Joy
           or
        Sorrow?

        Hope
          or
       Despair?

Will the sun smile tomorrow
            or
will the clouds cry?

Will someone find love tomorrow
          or
Will a heart break?

Let's hope for the best
      but
prepare for the worst -

     because
No matter what,
Tomorrow will come.

Once you gave me

wings to fly,

told me I could

touch the sky.

Why everything

changed so much?

Why did you

burn my wings,

brought me back

down to your knees?

I am afraid ,
not of dying,
but to be born again .

I am afraid ,
not of my enemies ,
but to fall in love again.

I am afraid,
not of death,
but to live one more life
with a broken heart.

Never looked at any other face again,
nor did I travel the road of love again.
Locked up my heart, once and for all,
for you were, are and always will be,
my one true love.
The Sun shone brightly and then,
disappeared behind the horizon.
Stars twinkled all night and then,
they too disappeared.
Storm came and gone,
leaving behind a trail of destruction.
But my love for you stayed like a rock,
never faded nor disappeared.

While sitting alone
under the shade of a tree
lost in the pages of my favorite book
an unexpected guest visited me-
a beautiful blue butterfly.
It sat on the tip of my left thumb, momentarily
then flew away
leaving me a moment of joy
a joy that still surrounds -
makes me smile.

The world has changed so much.
But has it changed for better?
Swords are replaced by bullets .
But the killing goes on .
The thirst for blood of a fellow human being
still remains the same .
Advanced Technology, Artificial Intelligence and Drones are meant to make our life better,
But haven't they also made killing much easier ?
It really makes me wonder ,
Has the world really changed for better?

Those who know

the art of giving

are the ones

who know the

true meaning of living.