Monday 30 March 2020

Why?


Why should I write a poem?

Jab man mein ho na koi tarang

And the wheel of life spins

Casting a multitude of totems

 

Of the numerous concepts formed each day,

And washed away like a sand castle.

 

I sit by the shore,

And gaze at the ramnants

Of my many tiny hopes

And mark the meaninglessness, of the words I swore

 

Tao mon bole abar phire chal

Cuz if you have loved once,

You can sing the same old songs.

Chahe dil toota hi sahi

Yet pay heed to the heart that longs

 

Of the by-gone days

Whose vibes runs though your veins.

 

Why should I write a poem?

When my tunes may get lost

Into the ocean of voices so vast

No price really paid for the exhaust

 

Of the memoirs put across the wall

Kono ek meghe dhaka shokal

 

Reminds me there arn't just darker shades

That could be captured

The incessantly blissful,gleaming eyes

Tales of joy that is nurtured

 

Of my starry eyed four legged princess,

Joy walks around me, its an instance.

 

Why should I write a poem?

When I dont often sing the hymns

And often get caught in the realm

Though interesting it may seem

 

Of the mundane chores

That sometimes agonizes my soul

 

Amar jhilmile shonar din guli,

Failure to realise so would be so silly

Happiness has donned a new shift

Coffees and conversations are the things

 

Of the many memories we together paint,

A different flavour though, love hasn't gone taint.

 

Kehte hain, guzarta waqt lautke phir nahi aata

Tao keno shudhu purnono sriti ke aakriye rakha?

There is poetry this very insignificant event,

Open the eyes of your heart, you may just miss the second.

The Fragrance of Love

You are the one whose shiny black chariot crossed my street

I hadn't raised a brow as I was looking for Gold.

Such was my quest for Gold,

Whose shine dazzled my eye and lustre claimed my mind.

 

I never felt your gaze captivated my mind,

You’re being made me smile.

It all seemed so shallow

I couldn't see my reflection in your very eyes.

 

Eyes, that were moist

And sought for answers.

"Why couldn't I plunge an arrow inside your heart?

Or see the crescent of the moon in your smile?"

 

Smile faded as reality starred into my eyes

The end was near,

Of hopes, desires and wishes of seeing

The vague picture that was casted on the screen of my mind.

 

As I held the hand of the present

To match pace with you under the sunlight,

I saw a strange glitter in your eyes

As though gold was smeared right there.

 

I took a note and passed by.

But the dazzle grew brighter each day

And pounded me hard enough

To seize my vision.

 

The unsighted widened its inner eye

And clasped your hand

A feeling so tender,

That I rose from deep slumber.

 

I now see the vivid hues of the rainbow

Stretched across your sky.

The fragrance of sweet love,

That carried my soul and captured my mind.

 

 

I can finally converge the scattered rays

Of a fuzzy, distorted past

I call it Home, the feeling that I get,

In the warmth of your embrace.