कितने बेचैन हो तुम !

                       

 खिड़किया खुलते ही अंदर धूप  आज कुछ मुरझाई हुई सी लगती है।  शायद तुम्हारे रूठे हुए  चेहरे की हलकी सी तपिश आज दिन भर मुझे भी महसूस होती रहेगी। 

 तुम रूठ के बात भी न करोगे मालूम है मुझे , पर मान भी जाओगे ये भी मुझे यकीन है। चलो मुझे कम से कम देख के मुँह तो मोड़ोगे ... नाक सिकोड़ के आँखें इधर - उधर तो घुमाओगे...पर सच मानो, तुम्हारे रूठने पे ही तो तुम और पास लगते हो।  

अनकहे से अलफ़ाज़ तुम्हारे इशारों से छलक जाते हैं... शरारतें आँखों में बेख़ौफ़ चमकने लगती हैं... और वो   मानने को बेताब दिल.... जिसे तुम बड़ी मुश्किल से थाम रहे हो, साफ़ पता चलता है... कितने बेचैन हो तुम !

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Just one day more....

Just one day more....

Everyday when you kiss my hair...

I embrace that kiss to my soul...

Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...

When the birds chirp on the trees...

And dew glows on the leaves...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

When the day flies wild as a wind...

You fill my every moment...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

When dusk arrives with orange sky...

I sense you close near by...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

The night dances in her shimmering gown...

But I stay awake, to see you sleep...

Just one day more....

Tomorrow again...

When there's no tomorrow...

Just keep me in your dreams...

I'll visit you every night...

And tell you all the while...

That love is never made...

It rises in the hearts...

In the sea, like a wave...

And carry you away...

Like a wind carries leaves...

Dry, separated from the trees...

Hearts carry love...

To each other when they meet...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

I shall rise in dreams...

To wake you up...

Forever to love...

To love me.

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(posted on Facebook- 30th Jan. 2016)

ख़ामोशी ही पढ़ लेना...

                   तुम नहीं होते तो न जाने कितनी बातें करती हूँ तुमसे... आज ये हुआ...वो हुआ।

 अलमारी में रखे तुम्हारे कपड़ों से.... तुम्हारे लगाए पौधों से... कुछ न कुछ शिक़ायत या फिर कोई ख्वाहिश ही।

कभी तुम्हारे रूठने पे मनुहार तो कभी तुम्हारा मनपसंद गीत ही गुनगुना देती हूँ, जैस कि तुम सुन रहे हो।

कभी तुम्हारे होने के एहसास से शर्मा जाती हूँ तो कभी। .. तुम्हारे न होने का दर्द खुद से ही बाँट लेती हूँ।



         

                                           सोचती हूँ ... इस बार आओगे तो तुम्हे कहाँ रखूँगी ?

                            दिल के हर कोने को तुम पहले ही तो घेर चुके हो... अब क्या बचा है ?

पर इतनी बातें होते हुए भी, जब तुम सामने आते हो...... कुछ कहना याद ही नहीं रहता।  शायद खुद से इतना बात कर कर के होंठ भी थक जाते हैं मेरे ... बस आँखें ही प्यासी रह जाती होंगी तुम्हे देखने को .... सो एक टक तुम्हे देखने के अलावा कुछ और सूझता ही नहीं।







                      इस बार आओ तो कुछ कहने को मत बोलना  ... मेरी ख़ामोशी ही पढ़ लेना ...

                                          शायद तुम्हे कोई बात सुनाई दे ही जाए!





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Trespassers

Abandon this place...

It's a no man's land...

Trespassing would fail...

As you could never leave...

All it appears is hazy...

The fog appears never to leave...

How will you find your way...

In this barren world unseen...

Some torn paintings...

Across broken walls...

The paint of which...

Is damp and cold...

Tired windows peeping out...

The doors hold some "nothings" inside...

The ceiling is full of stars of dreams...

Which hide behind cobwebs...ripped!

The dusty tables gaze at shadows...

Of books that lie at million truths...

The floor holding walls upright...

Was playfully slippery once upon a time...

Now lies beneath...

Dust of time...

Some riddles across the walls...

Have become the pictures of the lost...

Toys wrapped in papers of dust...

Lie scattered like the early morning mist...

You'll never get anything here...

But you cannot leave without a tear...

Trapped whispers in hinges of doors scream...

Lonely places are really very lonely...

They talk of shadows and the light...

But not about how and why...

Anonymous people have been living in this darkness...

And innumerable ran away frightened...

Many wanted to steal what's not theirs...

Ended up being stolen of their breaths here...

A far away dream 

Becomes a nightmare here...

It's this world that has 

Never been so mysteriously dangerous before..

Don't think of crossing the barriers...

You'll surely end up dead here.

(c) Ravinder Kaur

 01-12-2017

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Demons

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"Stay away from me... you don't know how much I would love to kill you...", his gaze became intense while calling out to me. The fire of his soul clearly was ready to burn up anything and anyone.







"Why do you think that you can harm me... when all I ever want is to be close.... to you!", I took my chance at luring him into my well crafted words.







" Because the demons inside me... they won't let you touch me... they won't let you come closer...", another of his false belief made a way out of his mouth.







"Listen to me please... set them free....", I looked straight into his eyes.







"What? Do you have any idea, what you are saying! You are trying to initiate a tsunami which will sink everything." His exasperated look became stern with anger.







"Do you know who your demons are? They are your fears, your insecurity and your hurt soul. Give them their space, give them what they yearn for." I put my hands on his.

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He seemed a little shocked but didn't let my hands garb his for another moment. "I have chained them, I wont let them free or they'll take over my mind."







"The demons demand freedom! That's why they are messing up with your mind.You need to let them breathe free... let them go. Set them free for that's when they'll honor you, more than ever. It's not necessary to chain them to control them. Confront them...face to face! Tell them what you want... listen to what they have to say...nothing more." He remained hypnotised to my words.







"Hmmn... Only this?" He asked me in bewilderment.









" Yes!Only this... you need to address them... they also are a part of the fuel that powers you. The only thing is to love them; they resemble to the spoilt child who wants attention. Who craves to be loved....who craves to be understood. That is what it needs to be...from you! Unchain them...release them....and take care of them." I finished speaking my mind.

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And With this, his long held tears started dripping...

After sometime, he fell asleep...his face looked so peaceful in my lap...I caressed his hair; smiling to myself that one more soul had learned to tame is belief 'of unloving the demons inside him' today.  

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Sometimes it is not the demons but us who needs to be loved...to know that there are no demons inside but our own light behind a darkness called ignorance.

The Slaughter House

Upon the darkened mountain

Rested a little house

Each passer by called it

The slaughter house.

No one lived there

By the nights.

Only spirits untamed

Walking in and out.

By day the sun soaked

The blood pools 

Leaving nothing behind

To doubt.

Nobody knew

who killed whom.

Where does the corpse hide

Only the staunch smell of flesh...

 Flows away...everywhere.

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Drapes of Love

 Draping around my waist,

 Your hands straighten up,

                                                              The pleats of my saree



                                                         Around you move in my gaze,

                                                     Fingers play like on strings of a guitar,

                                                      Leaving me slowly in bewilderment...



                                                               Your favourite colour,

                                                                 You did never tell,

                                                  But you eye for that special one always.



                                                         Finally you touch my shoulder,

                                                            Leaving the end at its place.



                                                           It sways away in the breeze,

                                                                 Falling off in grace.



                                                           You eye for another chance,

                                                              To touch the ends again.



                                                     To place it again over my shoulder,

                                                               Holding it around me.



                                                                 Awestruck...I am

                                                                   In your gaze.



                                                                 Draped in Love

                                                       Touched by the meeting gaze.

                         

                          

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