Feel the words for they exist!
My prism saw a light
And the colors dispersed away,
Better had it been
The light not seen.
My colors would have remained,
There would have been no pain!
Took time enough
To grab a moment and contemplate,
I Possessed a prism
And took a fancy for colors to stay?
For light to stay,
I held prism as my perception,
But diamond was the obligation!
Raahon ne bulaya
Aur hum chale aye,
Krte bhi kya
Bin bhatke is khanabadosh dil ko
Sukoon Jo na aye.
Ab Jo chale hain raahon pe
Toh thokre toh milengi sadkon pe,
Jo na mile thokre
Maan lenge hum,
Raahon ne bhi thukraya humein
Makafat e Amal ne mitaya humein.
Warna raahein jisse kre mohabbat
Thokro pe sambhalna hoti h uski fitrat,
Ab Jo mili h thokre toh kuch aram h dil ko
Na milti toh na jaane kya kehte hum usko
Ke tujhse bhi bewafai kr baithe hum
Khud ki galtiyon se tuje bhi rula baithe hum.
Ab dil ko aya h aram
Toh socha kre hum bhi kuch aram
Na jane kaunsi thi ye galti
Jo kr baithe hum naam e araam pe
Muhabbat ki gustakhi,
Khud pe hi araam haram kr baithe hum
Phir kisi khayal ko Dil de baithe hum,
Nayi raahon pe ek baar
Phir nikal pade hum
Khanabadosh hain, theherte kaha Hain hum!
Heart dwelled heavy
Zephyr blew light,
Gently flowing over my cheeks
Giving my hair a slight flutter.
As if it blew
To embrace me closer
And say,” Hey! It’s our day”
Also it portrayed,
The beginning of a new life
As it jingled on the edge of a branch
Outside the old huge senescent window
Next to the wooden work surface,
I sat observing.
Contemporaries giggled around
Enough to grab my eye at once,
But the Zephyr gushed over me
A stream of overwhelming emotions, I could no longer cease to flaneur.
Was a day out
With no escort,
Just self and vibe
In flow with wavy tide.
Togetherness isn’t always
Necessary in ways,
Some roads need
Only to be travelled with souls freed.
For to leave trails
Need isn’t of mates,
But of incredible thoughts
And blessings of course.
Oh society,
It’s simply a human world
And we are it’s pearl,
To live in it’s whirl
Let’s make the stay joyful.
Oh society,
Confront not with rudeness
For it’s to live with happiness,
You don’t have a slight view of it
How your words can make hearts split.
Oh society,
I and you and they and those
Are just successive flows,
Neither forever nor never
But only till fates favor.
Oh society,
Speak with love
Act with tender,
Put on the kindness glove
And witness your life turn wonder.
Neither a choice, nor an option
That’s how is depression.
Not like no way out
Will needs to sprout.
Hold not anxiety need not panic
Need to pray and be pacific.
Your lack makes you sick
Just accept the happening scenic.
For its gone and gone for will
If not forever, it will complete it’s fill.
Chill and calm and slay
Happily accept all it’s play
And let the fate come it’s way.
Seafarer, sail the wavy trails,
Be there squalls of hails
Or be bergs of fails
Stand persistent to sails.
Seafarer, waves mean to stop,
But your sails dream a voyage
Don’t let the waves mark a stop
Have a voyage throughout age.
Seafarer, travel around n admire,
The beauty of an all new desire
Be the companion to marines
In the lap of baltic serene.
The Nomadic Writer