Wherever this night may take me tonight,
I will throw my arms open, alive;
wherever I may roam in search of love,
I will learn my way back to hope, every time.
Tag: Love
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Night of a Day
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Eyes of Sea
As she walks to this side,
trembling my heart with the feel of her deep, sea-like eyes,
I wonder what I am leading toward next —
but I just know: my mind will not leave you now. -
Ms. Unknown
Like a monsoon in July’s summer,
I am drenched, feeling it all over me;
like a moonlit night at the end of a beautiful day,
I watch it come, and go back to the lost forever.But like the short-yet-forever memory of a butterfly,
I am keeping her safe, here in my heart… -
Another Beautiful Day
I do believe in coincidences. I do believe in love at first sight. I do believe in destiny — though belief tends to step aside the moment it becomes reality.
Lost in a crowd of strangers, I was struggling through my daily commute — Noida Sector 64, from AIIMS. Most days were just travel and crowd, like any other. But one day, something happened that I could never have imagined: I looked at her, and I couldn’t stop looking, again and again. The day ended at my stop, and I bade her a silent farewell — certain I would never see her again.
Today is the 17th of March. I boarded my bus at the usual time, and somewhere after South Ex and before Andrews Ganj, she stepped into the same bus. Her eyes met mine, and I went a little mad. That one hour felt like a moment of ultimate solace — I kept shifting, leaning, half-hiding, just to watch her, and often to catch her watching me too.
Like the rain of a July summer, I was drenched all over in her presence.
Like the cold of December, I was held by the charm of her endless depth.
Like a fleeting, buttery life, she comes into mine, and goes — but always with a little hope.I hope I’ll see her again.
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Mesmerising
He is lost again, in the world of love,
sailing a long way — but with the one he loves;
and every time he looks into her eyes,
all he sees is an endless ocean of time.She stretches her arms around him every time he cries;
though he pauses to dip into his thoughts,
nevertheless, he tries —
like a man mid-sea, with nowhere to go,
all he needs is her love, every time.He sailed his boat to part,
but fate is something no one can deny;
it all meets at the point of love, every time.
Sacred, and beloved — a lover, not just another;
he longs to be a part of the story —
the lovers, and the happy ending. -
Was It Me…?
A lone way, shredding itself apart,
though the steps felt firm as a shell;
descending, yet into the tomb —
forward was the only step down.Every attempt held a nightmare for the night,
lugged with fears, and hidden away;
but when thoughts dive into time,
all they perceive is a lie.Yet as the smoke clears off the timeline,
life is beautiful as a single drop of time —
far too little to spill it on hate;
just add more love to every space.Life will perish, but not the thought;
and the journey of hate is the sorrow of the soul.
Everything will pass, but the quest will last —
was it me, chasing every thought? -
All of Me & You
Closest at the altar of eyes, all I remember is you;
I watch you go, quiet as my eyes,
with a glimpse of day — just all of me and you.
You spare a moment for me again,
and we return to a lonely me and you.I hope to see the dawn again,
just to get back to all of me and you.
I dream all night for signs,
and rest in the arms of you;
I wake to see you sigh,
with a love for all of me and you.I live in the heart, and for life,
and I am happy, like a smiling you;
I end only to start my every life
with you, and for all of me and you. -
An Hour
An hour, when I wake into her arms,
I feel the whole world fall behind mine;
time plays its moments so tenderly,
and I fly to reach that time.An hour at midday, alone,
remembering all the good mornings with you;
and this time, time is slipping away,
just to reach your arms around me.An hour when I am apart from you,
longing to live and to love you;
and time smiles devilishly
at every attempt I make.The hour at midnight — you, again;
I wonder how lucky I am.
This time, I am living the reality,
and I hear the words of love in her heart. -
मेरी एक दोस्त
मंद-मंद हवा-सी बहती, बेफ़िक्र खिलखिलाती — वो हस्ती,
महकती, बहकती, किसी को बहलाती, दीवाना बनाती — वो हस्ती।एक पल के लिए थाम लेती वो सबके सपनों की डोर,
फिर छोड़, बच्चों-सी नादान बनकर कहती — “हूँ ही मैं इतनी अच्छी।”अक्सर आँखों से कुछ बोलती, ज़ुबान से कुछ और —
यूँ तो हँसती थी वो हर वक़्त, लेकिन रोती भी थी कभी-कभी।फिर भी, हँसती-खिलखिलाती, ज़िन्दगी से खुश — चलती रहती, वो मेरी एक दोस्त…
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Asleep in Her Arms
Swiftly, slyly, she hides inside my dreams and keeps me awake the whole night through —
until at last I fall asleep in her arms, of love and of life.