birds

that passing of smiles

that waving hellos

those shying eyes

running out of words

but that desire to talk

loosing the temper when you brush me off

but that deliberate attempts to touch

crying for little things

debating on large issues

waiting for your texts

eager to hear from you

waking up early

so that day starts with your talks

never sleep at nights untill

saying those sweet things to you

staring at your eyes

turning back to look at you

trying to tease you

and burning with jealousy 

that jealousy become anger ,

anger become guilt

guilt become love

that become you

being sorry for the times 

i brought tears to you

short is the life but,

greater are the desires to 

spend it with you

Four chambers.

Comfortable enough i was
around you to open up

still remembered all the moments
i nodded off in your arms

remembered the times i ,
yakked on and on and on
and the times you put up with them

always the things fall through that you want
and again i let you down

i will keep at the things you desired

nothing i gave you
but a promise,
you are my part
and will always be
in those four chambers
so called heart

i ran out of words
how much i love you dad.

संघर्ष

होकर सवार  इस जीवन रुपी नौका  में ,
कर रहा था इंतज़ार  दुसरे छोर  का ,
भटक कर मार्ग अपनी मंजिल से ,

कोस रहा था उन लहरों को ,
बनी थी काँटा जो मेरे पथ का

रखकर पतवार एक सहारे,
लगा में देखने उस चींटी को,
कर रही थी संघर्ष जो कठोर ,

उठाकर नाज के एक दाने को ,

करके नमन उसके आत्मविश्वास को
फिर थाम  लिया मैंने पतवार
करता रहा संघर्श  में भी , अपनी मंजिल पाने को

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