Open your arms, and shower your love onto me;
shall I be lost beneath it — your heart, your caresses —
lost in the loaf and the work of these illusions?
Spare me not a rose, but spare me from hate;
I shall go far, with the smile of yours in my heart…
Tag: Love
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तुम और तुम्हारी सी
मंद-मंद हवा-सी बहती, बेफ़िक्र — एक ज़िद, एक जुनून-सी चलती;
नशे से गहरी एक सोच की तरह, वक़्त की चोट से पुरानी एक याद-सी।सुबह की चादर में सोती, धीरे-धीरे गिरती बूँदें ओस की;
रात की शबनम, और दिन में बुनती — जगमगाती, झिलमिल रंगों में बनती-बुझती।ठंड में ठिठुरती और सोती, एक साये में आती, खो जाती-सी;
एक आस दिल में चुभती हुई-सी — तुम्हारी याद में चलती ज़िन्दगी।बस तुम, और तुम्हारी-सी…
शब्दों में डूबती, सन्नाटे में छुपती-सी;
शाम की दलदल-सी, उम्मीद के दामन में लिपटी।चाय के प्याले में खुलती, मीठी-सी एक सपने में खोती;
एक तनहा रात-सी, आँखों में झूलती एक उम्मीद-सी।ज़िन्दगी से लड़ती-झगड़ती, यह वो एक दिन-सी;
छुप-छुप के हँसती — तुम्हारी याद में चलती ज़िन्दगी।बस तुम, और तुम्हारी-सी…
सफ़र से लंबी प्यार की, आँखों से छोटी बात की;
गहरी साँसों में छुपती, लम्हों में भीगी यादों-सी।इधर-उधर चलती एक कहानी के पलटते पन्नों-सी;
हँसी के चेहरे से हसीन — दुआ और दावा-सी।मैं और तुम में बुनती, एक याद तुम्हारी-सी;
भीगी-भीगी पलकों से — तुम्हारी याद में चलती ज़िन्दगी।बस तुम, और तुम्हारी-सी… मेरी ज़िन्दगी।
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Last Chapter
One day, she flies into my thoughts; she dwells,
circling, the same, across my face;
she holds her smile, and cries to hold my hands,
and promises to last forever.Today she is near, but not to my heart;
close to my thoughts, but not mine;
she laughs more often now, but with my lost love,
and finds her joy with time.I am like a fool, waiting on and on —
morning to night, day to dark,
love to hate, and hate to love;
I hope that, someday, she will be mine.Somewhere aware of my intentions,
she fades away into the diminishing wind —
the preamble to my pinnacle-like heart, again, this time. -
You
I am searching for my solace everywhere —
in fields far away, in the sky below the blue,
in the green near my heart, in memories above all;
face to face, it is just you, in all…I am searching for my peace, every day —
in the dark of day, on the dawn of the moon,
in the rise of cold, within a rising tremor;
and you, in every thought, by day and night…I am searching for my smile —
in the cry of a child, in the company of you,
in the breaking sky, in the joy of midnight’s crises;
losing myself, second after second, in you…I am searching for the words to define you —
in the love of you, in the smile of you,
in the eyes of you, in the day of you;
and in how much I love you… -
Lie and Lieu
A wink — a liar, you are, and your eyes;
they speak of something, but unknown;
close to the truth, but far from reality,
where the sun rises at night, sleeps with the sand, and mourns.Tomorrow, maybe, it rains; but beneath the shelter,
the one I call mine, and the other of lies —
but time will pass, and life moves on,
and tonight, I have you in my heart.I can feel it, my heart, miles apart;
and every time I try to part it down,
it runs back to you,
with every thought that crosses my mind.Though you live in my heart,
the rain today will end, and shine;
over the ray hidden in you,
time will win back my love… -
Journey
I walk on the sky, I play with the wind;
I sleep with the moon, and wake with the sun;
I love everyone, and someone —
today, I am the one: you. -
Her Smile
She is tenderly hiding herself in a smile,
spreading happiness, while hiding her eyes;
more precious than the narrowest light,
when she whispers a new song every day…Slightly she shies away with her smile,
its traces leaving joy amid the cry;
the more she looks around — but love
stays back with her, and hope, inside me.Every day of her raises a voice,
but with a gentle caress, it settles into a smile;
though far from the moon and its light,
she smiles, and loves, beneath the starry sky…An endless gaze, through her eyes;
the farther I reach, the more I lose mine;
and she smiles, girlish and shy —
and I fly to endless joy, in the smile of her eyes… -
She
She speaks little, but her eyes hold a whole sea of the world;
she holds me seldom, yet her heart is always full of the lover;
though she knows me little, she loves me for all that I am —
but she does not know: I will be everything she ever desired. -
She Comes and Goes
I am far through the sea’s depth, but still lost within;
I reach my thoughts and speak to myself — but of you…I ask her to come in dreams, not in life — though I want her there;
I wonder at her eyes each day, despite the tears I collect every time…I asked her to come and live again, for all the love that still remains;
and she makes her moves, while I waste my time…She comes, and goes, and whispers — sad, this time;
but I know, alas, she is the one — I laughed through all my past, with a cry. -
Dreamer
Like the memoirs of a day,
I welcome these winds;
like your breath,
I breathe this night, every day.And like the night that comes every day,
I come with the hope of you;
and like the silent whispering of love at night,
I love you, each day.