Tag: Love

  • Conversation

    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…

  • 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।

  • 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.