Shiva and Shakti...

You were always there....timeless and in form and in the formless.... 

I was there, unaware of the bond we had.

You made me power; called me Shakti....detached to the attached you were, yet so sublimely inclined.

In thoughts of mine, you prevailed....though unknown to me, as a close one...known.

A stranger at every step yet my soulmate all the time.

When once I faced you...my heart knew, it was you from times ago mine...yet I was bound to believe that you can never be mine. 

Your one gaze made me love you...the love which existed but never was made true.



The night of our reunion went without your claiming me.... instantly I was hurt....bleeding my heart in the nights.

But how could Shakti be devoid of her Shiva ever...I reached you, called you....you became mine.

I knew that I would burn...my human structure would become a corpse one night....but then I was always yours....death cannot make us part anytime.

From the half male-half female(Ardhnarishwar)...to the universe you hold inside...

You went over in anger...burning the world outright.

As I felt the pain that this body had set in your mind...how can you forget...you are the Shiva....detached from everything all the time.

I am you and you are me....then where's me without you...am always your all the time.

I returned.... for the sake of you.

Incarnation of me to offer you my presence....to you that I had belonged.

Parvati I became... promising love forever in times...

And this night, when the world has risen from the sleep to celebrate our reunion...marking the beginning of Love for now and eternity.

                                           How can love die when it lives in us all the time.







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A Promise...

It's a promise that you love me...

It's a promise that i love you...



But better are which become vows...

And making our hearts bow...



The forever in the making...

The eternity in a life...



A promise is a token...

A formality of words from the heart.



That I shall never let your part...

Part away from my heart...



Even if for the rest of my life ...

I close my eyes.



A promise... a vow...

A musical note...



Carrying love.

Of Me and You.





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A Thousand Times....I LOVE YOU

A thousand times...

I had told myself that, someone somewhere belongs to me.

I didnt know for sure...

But my heart repeated it has to be you.

What-ifs always stopped me...

But then, heart resolved to yell at me.

For once should I want you...then why not to say.



I Love You

A hundred times...

I told myself that someone too waits for me.

Somewhere, under the same sky...

Counting stars in a puzzled way.

What-ifs always stopped me...

And buts, always interrupted the themes.

But then for a moment, my heart stopped beating

When I was about to say.



I Love You

Just one time, I didnt hear my heart...

And only looked into your eyes...

My fallen dew, my dreams came true...

And out of darkness, shinning bright ...

All was you... and all is you...

Until my last breath.



I Love You





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कोरा कागज़...

मैं इक ज़िद्दी कोरे कागज़ की तरह, तुम्हे रोज़ चिढ़ाती हूँ... और तुम रोज़, मुझे नीले रंग से सजाने की कोशिश में लगे रहते हो।

क्यों भूल जाते हो, कि तुम्हारे हज़ार अल्फ़ाज़ लिखने के बावजूद मेरे अंदर का ये खालीपन भरेगा नहीं!





लफ़्ज़ों के बीच से मेरा कोरापन हमेशा झांकता ही रहेगा ... तुम जितनी भी कोशिश कर लो...कहीं ना कहीं तुम नाकाम ही रहोगे।



सारे ज़माने के अल्फ़ाज़ कम पड़ जाएंगे मेरे इस खालीपन को भरने में।  मेरा ये खालीपन, मेरी ख़ामोशी शायद तुम्हारी हँसी की मुरीद हो चुकी है.... इसीलिए तो, रोज़ तुम्हे पहले पन्ने से खुली आँखों से निहारती रहती हूँ... तुम्हारी कलम का मुझपे एहसास, मुझे बदरंग कर देता है।







और शायद तुम्हे भी ये एहसास होता ही होगा... जब तुम कलम टिकाने ही लगते हो, मैं झट से ज़ुल्फ़ों की तरह, पन्ना फेर देती हूँ... और उस पल्टे हुए पन्ने को देख, तुम्हारी खीझ पे मुझे हँसी सी आ जाती है...



माथे की शिकन बताती है, कि मैं तुम्हे कितना परेशान कर देती हूँ ...और तुम किसी छोटे बच्चे की तरह रूठ से जाते हो... झट से कलम वापस रख, तपाक से मुझे इस किताब की देहलीज़ के अंदर बंद कर देते हो।





शायद। ...  यूँ कैदखाने में इस कोरे कागज़ का रह जाना ,  कोई बड़ी बात नहीं तुम्हारे लिए... तुम तो हर मुमकिन कोशिश करते हो, मुझ पर कोई हसीन इबादत या अफसाना लिखने का पर, मेरी किस्मत कोरी ही है....

मेरा खालीपन मुझे अब अपना सा लगने लगा है... हर पन्ने के शुरू और अंत में वह हमेशा दिखता ही रहेगा....

चाहे तुम कितने भी रंग भर लो ... और ये लफ़्ज़ों के बीच से मेरा कोरापन झाँकना  करेगा ... कभी नहीं !!!



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The cupid and me...

You got it bad huh??? Very bad!!! Admit babes... you felll in love at an unexpected moment...caught offguard...why did you let down your guard? What did you think...you could fool the cupid?

His arrow didn't pierce you from the front but behind! He trapped you in his eyes before setting his aim...

He pulled it at a time...when you couldn't do anything...

Wake up you fool...you're getting drunk in the wine of love... which has no antidote...either you'll kill yourself by drowning in him or yourself...both will result in brutal death.

If you drown in his eyes, he would devour your soul and shatter you with your own will. And if he leaves... you'll drown in yourself...left to innumerable questions, tormenting you mercilessly... you'll drown in yourself... in the dark... pleading to die...to close your eyes for once just not to wake again...Such brutality in the hands of Love...

"Yupp....quiet you!!! Why do you care? You need not! Do you get that... you dont even know how it feels...let me embrace this moment of a lifetime...the pleasure of death in the hands of love...where the winner loses more than the loser himself... what do you think will happen??? I'll kill myself?

No!!! Love cannot kill you...it will make you live forever in just a drop that quenches the thirst of several lives... it only makes you alive after a death which you presumed life....this is the actual beginning of a life...of a hermit... with love in for something which can never be explained in words...people would call me mad, out of mind but they don't know what my eyes see and what they are blind to...

They see the light stronger than the darkness and I see light as a speck of dust, in this dark universe;  where these lights hang in balls in the invisible horizons... roaming like nomads...I see this light as a mere spectator when all darkness is embracing the light...merging in it...dying to give its life, so that you may see how light looks like while the darkness smiles...it can only fade but never end.

I see myself nowhere yet everywhere ...I find the same  song which deepens the conscience...which even in this loneliness, crowds my mind with thoughts of him...I become inseparable...I become not a part but him..."

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When you wake up...

By the lonely lanes, I walk; looking up at the clouds... as my eyes follow the flying doves and stop at a bunch of flowers, those lightly scented ones... people call them hanging with spirits... may be that's why they whisper about you into my ears...they know how I feel about you, but I had never told anyone.

Sometimes, like the scent hanging in mid air... our love hangs in spaces between... the end of which is untied....fluttering free . Will you hold the other end, I doubt.

Without letting you out of my thoughts, am going afar.....closing all doors...which open towards you. So that when you wake up, you have no trace of me and my dying desire to love....you!

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(When Marnie was there)