Serendipity - Poetry, Articles and Life Stories

Be it day or be it night She is there in dark and light I can still smell her around In silence and rooms full of sound... When I think about her I smile n smile n just cant stop When I think about her I cry n cry n regret so much I remember how all guys looked at her And how with pride I walked with her I remember how she held my arm She was my only lucky charm Her aura couldnt be defined under a range Her ways of taking life were strange... When I think about her I thank people around me Who serve, who work or help me When I think about her I talk to strangers around me No matter it makes no sense to me When I think about her I sing my heart out I eat my favorite food And wear my oldest tee shirt I do what I love n dnt care if people judge When I think about her I recall, how people envied me How they said they wished if they had her And I held her and told them, she just belonged to me When I think about her I miss her hair, cascading down lik

एक अधूरी सी मुलाकात थी,  वो एक लंबी सी रात थी, शमा पिघल रही थी, लम्हों की उम्र घट रही थी... कुछ फासला और थोड़ी नज़दीकी थी, साँसों की गुफ्तगू, थमा हुआ वक़्त, अनकही सी आरज़ू, ख्वाहिशें बे-हद... यूँ ही आँखों आँखों में, सहर ज़मीन पर उतर गयी, दबी दबी सी आहटें, लम्हों पर दस्तक फिर दे गयी... उस रात की शमा में, अब भी जलते हैं ख़यालों के परवाने, बुझ गये दिए बीते वक़्त के, फिर भी दोहराए यह फ़िज़ा वही अफ़साने... Medhavi 12.10.15