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

ना जाने कहाँ वो मोहब्बत, वो बेकरारी गुम हो गयी, जो हम तुम में एक सी थी, ना जाने 'हम', कब 'तू' और 'मैं' बन गये, ना जाने कब, यह फ़ासले आ गये, ना जाने क्यूँ, हर रंग फीका पड़ड़ने लगा, ना जाने क्यूँ, हर ख्वाब टूटने लगा, दूरियों की ज़रूरत क्यूँ हुमको लगने लगी, क्यूँ बातों को सबूतों की ज़रूरत पड़ने लगी. क्यूँ वो यकीन मिटने लगा, क्यूँ हर ज़ररा बिखरने लगा, क्यूँ वो नज़र बदलने लगी, क्यूँ आँखें यह भरने लगी, क्यूँ पास रहकर भी साथ का एहसास गुम होने लगा, क्यूँ तुमको छू कर भी, तुम तक ना पहुँचे, ऐसा लगने लगा, क्यूँ सारी कमियाँ अब दिखने लगी, क्यूँ दूरी की ज़रूरत पड़ने लगी. Medhavi 30.09.15

Forgive me, forgive me, He said again... Forgive the heartbreak, And all the pain... Forget that I forgot you for a while, Forget that I touched her just the way I touch you, Forget that I shared my breaths with hers, Forget that I left my smell in a few rooms of her... Forget that I shared myself with her, Forget that I forgot that you were away, Forget that I took you for granted and had no fears, Forget that I thought it was just another day... Forget that I did it after thinking twice, Forget that I thought of you but still couldn't fight, Forget that I wasn't weak but wanted it too, Forget that I kept aside my love for you... Forgive me for a transitory moment that ruptured your faith, Forgive me for reality that is heart wrenching but was just a phase... I kept quiet, the helplessness said it all, I sat aside, held myself and cried, I looked at him and asked him 'why me', He hugged me tight and begged, please dont leave me... ...

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.