Serendipity - Poetry, Articles and Life Stories

बे-मतलब सा रिश्ता कोई, बे-नाम भी, बदनाम भी, बिखरे हुए से किससे का वजूद लिए, फिरता है बेशरम सा सारे-आम भी... ना कोई राह, ना मंज़िल, बस गुज़रता सा काफिला, ना मोहब्बत कह पाए जिससे, यह है वो अधूरा सिलसिला... हम देते रहे जिसे इबादत का नाम हंस कर, उस डोर में एक पल भी वो बाँध ना सके, इश्क़ का रुतबा तो कब का हासिल कर चुके, बस इश्क़ कर के, इश्क़ का अंजाम ना पा सके... Medhavi

There's something about you, that I can't frame into words. The way you hold your own hand while sitting and holding your legs together... or the way you do your hair just after a bath... the way you look at yourself in the mirror... or the way you light a cigarette.. the way your morning voice sounds.. or the way you play your mouth organ..the way you smile or the way you sleep.. the way you wink or the way you grin.. the way you dance.. or the way you hold your glass.. the way you look.. or just the way you are...You don't realize how swiftly yet quickly you steal my heart every time with these little things.. I fall in love.. more and more.. deeper and deeper. You are beautiful in your own unimaginable n indescribable ways and I love every bit of you...

She is in a mess, a mess that she creates for herself, And she loves it ! Her depths are undefined, Her breaths too dream of him, The spirit of her love is so divine, That her leftover courage too calls his name. She is a lie, She is a truth, She writes poetry, She has a story, Mesmerizing yet a danger, Fictional and stranger, With every page a reality unfolds, Her life's tale is a story untold.

His honesty was heart-breaking at times. His words were true, his intentions were clean but his actions spoke differently. He said what he meant and he meant what he said. He loved me, he really did. But it was a pain to see him in the arms of another woman,  his hands under someone else's waist and another just barely touching me. I desired him to show her and others, that he loved me and they meant nothing, but he liked being shared, he liked being touched. He apologized later and told me it didn't involve a bit of his heart or soul, it was just momentary and I am permanent, but I got hurt. I felt lost and ignored, supressed and un-cherished, held but not loved. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to push her away and tell her and the world that he's just mine and every bit of his belongs to me. I wasn't insecure, I wasn't possessive, I was just so scared that night. He looked at her the way he looked at me the first time we met. She wasn't pre...

He was a mystery, the more I met him, the more I discovered new things  about him. His way of thinking with respect to different things varied so much from mine, but he still managed to reach a middle ground through his reasons and perceptions.  He was mature yet childish, because he changed colors like the different phases of the day. At times, he told me things that left me into a million dillemmas, of which the biggest was, why did I fall in love with someone like him, who has had such crazy encounters, experiences and stories in the past. I didn't think much, but just made myself re-understand the fact that I love him, no matter how his truths get uglier, layer by layer, because some realities were still pleasant. Like his love for me, the kisses that he planted on my forehead, his smile, his voice and what not.  I needed not just one reason to stay with him, because I had plenty. Because when I fell in love with him, I fell with each pore of his, each vein, each th...

There's something about today... Today is the day when I am planning tomorrow... leaving back yesterday and moving forward towards a new light.. an unexplored horizon. Things will get better. They will have to get better. Time will be respected. Relationships will be appreciated. At times.. the most difficult thing to do is to be a better person.. because it requires self-acceptance, self-belief and self-forgiveness. So, I am all set for the day.. and for life.. and for a time that has never been this much inspired and wanted. What about you ? 10.09.15 Everything is not black and white... but grey ! -Medhavi 11.09.15

मुलाक़ात वो पहली ना थी, पर अंदाज़ कुछ नये से थे, लफ़्ज़ों का खेल कुछ नया सा था, और साथ चलने का एहसास अनकहा सा था. ख्वाबों के झरोन्कों से निकल, वो सुबह फिर से आ गयी, कोई सरहद ना थी जिसकी, ऐसी रोशनी सी दिल पर छा गयी. बातें अधूरी रह गयी, काफिला आगे बढ़ गया, यूँ ही चलते चलते देखा, और समा कुछ यूँ बदल गया.