Ek Khwahish - A dream coincidental

And presenting my new shayr (Hindi-Urdu poetry) inspired by the way my favourite Farhan Akhtar recites his poetry....these lines are mine, but his style.. :) :)

"Aaj aankhein band karke mehsoos hua,
ki palko ke neeche ek raaz hai,
hazaaro phoolo se saja ek taalaab,
mehakti hawa aur bulbul ki awaaz hai..

Veham hai ya koi aisi bhi hai jagah,
jo aksar baahe failaye bulaati hai,
kehti hai shayad yehi tera makaam hai,
shayad yehi pe,
baaki zindagi jeene ka armaan hai..

Mehsoos hua,
waha bheeni si bheegi si khushbu bhi hai,
patto mein pattharo mein
khul kar jeene ki arzoo si hai..

Jaha paak ya na paak kuch nahi,
dard se rooh ka shor nahi,
khush rango se saji hai wo kayanaat,
dekha, jannat se jaise ru baru si hai..

Aaj aankhein band karke hairat hua,
socha yehi ek khwahish hai,
baahe failaye isi falak tale,
jeene ki farmaish hai.."

BY JEET........

"ROPE of FAITH"

Rope of Faith

                                           

                                                         "ROPE of FAITH"


Knowing not the one at the other end,
the rope of faith gets stronger with passing days,
so vulnerably it is harnessed, can't just pretend,
even the road behind stares in sheer decays !

Too strange the mellow in the wind that blows,
billowing from nowhere on this land so arid?
it's when you look up to the aurora afterglow,
it shows, it's right there, across the plains so pallid..

A painted hallucination smiling wickedly,
or picturesque perfect, Alas! wisdom decides,
But to a confused soul it's the sands of time,
honor or dishonor OR thy fate besides !!!

The Rope of Faith is all you have,
hold or drop OR thy fate besides !!!

O Happiness! It's November!

"For a brief moment

O happiness! you venture my vicinity
& away u go so soon,
you watch the sorrows counting infinity,
storming torments and hopes marooned....

The city lights faded, now my spirit's jaded,
my bacon turned crisp to sour,
my ale turned pale, the day ill fated,
I waited for you till the darkest hour.....

Tipsy yet not hammered i drank the freezing rain,
wobbly with goblet the last winter insane,
dusk kicked the day and dawn drew curtains,
you poured on me more than i could contain...

Feels like yesterday
O happiness! i reckon your last surprise visit,
i wrote you a soulful ballad.
This wait now should better worth my resit,
i shan't wait for the feast like a soggy salad.....

Lo & behold! i realize i'm certainly home,
trying to forget the ordeal i barely remember,
Nah Milady! don't you remove my coat,
it's raining, it's still raining November!!!!

HERMIT's BALLAD

Leant i against the wall so still,
So well of a dungeon where i dwell,
There no cupid spares a thought to eye,
no traces of love,merely dreams to sell !

Mere a cot where me i lay,
o stars! the simulated glow of thine,
the day blesseth there few spells of ray,
the night passeth so well,good grace divine !

Each episode of life seemed a war,
i partook,was slain & born again,
the epics i left,they mock,they mar,
the newborn i with utter disdain !

Ceiling mirrors the memories i recall,
my adobe a secluded dome of hell,
where whimsical souls of poets marshal,
we hover around the verse brothel !!

In a town of archaic civilization,
swarmed with people ill destined,
Ere his arrival a soon to be born,
he cursed the earthly elements, said"they are mine"!

Leaves rustled with the billowing wind,
ere death a slave maid bore him alive,
there he saw the first light of the sun,
the sky, the breeze, the meadow surprisingly smiled !!

Tiny touch of his fingers on the grass,
unusually froze the dew,
eyes which saw the infinite firmament,
tranced it forming numerous hues !!

His uneasy passion carved on the trees
the gods, the angels & unholy faces too,
the initial note he played by a stolen flute,
captured the sense of every vice & virtue !!

Master! bless me with thy tuneful music,
with the scales, the notes i must entirely know,
so walked in the anonymous penniless lad,
but was denied who might heave tomorrow !!

Why not the sky, the flowers, leaves, wood, rain,
make me a master, my mentor sans instruments?
Can not the pebbles, the breathing wind,
teach me the essence of their existence?

I will lead them with my stick, he said,
in harmony making them abide by my move,
and when he blinked with a glowing face,
a rain drop on his cheek said we solemnly approve !!

He hummed, murmured his perilous tunes,
which barely masters can compose,
the hills were his altar and sky the collosus,
gods attended to his concert, such concerto he posed!!

Stood amaze by the sight the farmers, the tillers,
saw crops mature pre-season & rain sans cloud,
every life that crawls & creeps changed course,
such a euphony breaching gravity whirled aloud!!

Held court of courtesans & dames, Knights and slaves,
enslaved even the lifeless his rhetoric stage,
masters to be his disciple their good books they waged,
high esteem he held of his art,his unparalleled grace!!

Nurtured anything which by the law of nature,
can not be modified,cannot be defied,
his enchanted elements turned virtue to vice,
and his peril being irked the patient paradise!!!

As common to everyone goes the say,
that those who exalt shall soon be debased,
such his ruthless symphony so unpleasant became,
made gods bring end to his reckless ways !!!

Camouflaged as a master of violin to him,
Eros demanded a tune to trance the sea,
and make the islands underneath arise,
where angels & gold & magical instruments reside !!!

There a stick from the ground he picked,
kingdoms thronged to such a majestic scene,
to such a majestic scene by a human wit,
species panicked & grew pale the meadows green !!

His brows, his shoulders & hands arose,
waves lashed, wind rattled to his strange notes,
there saw he thousand islands heave,
from the bosom of the surging sea!!

Ran kings to their thrones & queens to their beds,
people to their walls & cattles to their sheds,
The Tempest! O the Tempest approached,
still he on high alto played sans dread !!!!

Restless tides whirled him in,
to the deep blue ocean's sapphire womb,
swallowed to his death & threw away,
on an island was found lying by his tomb!!

Gods knew of his end before time,
on the island ere his death stood his altarpiece,
inscribed "the man perished by his own might,
against his wish, may still rest in peace!!".....

by Prasenjit...

You walk past me paying little heed, yet you walk to and fro in my vicinity....

your thoughts shuffle like an open book, knowing not the endnote !!!!



Yet i know you !! i know you since long,

since we fidgeted our limbs listening to old school songs !!!

I saw across the streets you and your carefree shadow walk,

your lips then barely talked !



Now i'm pulling over frm the memory lane,

towards my colony my city insane !!


If you happen to walk past me that way again,

i'll sing my society another such song,

to tell this tale of deception in vain,

to tell them that to this deserted place you never belonged !!!!

"The surge of departing breeze,
blew through me this dawn,
my steps clumsy, walking drowsy,
while my city heaves its first yawn !!!

Wish to wake up to such a frame,
every dawn when i'm half sane,
with hazed vision and smoking,
strolling on my usual lane !!!

An ode to my city's dawn,
comes alive with soulful inking,
lying beside it my eyes reluctantly blinking,
so long! down to slumber i'm sinking!"