"A Blessing In the Making"

A blessing in the making in these hours
Me peacefully gazing at the stars,
Thinking about us; how near how far,
Is there another way to catch these stars?
Touching them gently or
Weaving them in the thread of hours,
Me looking at them, missing you like hours,
How our days together…and
Right now we seem so far…
Seeming looks nothing when I see you in the stars,
Our patience, perseverance, trust so far       
Bridges the gap between us and,
Making us near wherever we are...
Me and these stars and our talking in these hours,
Looking-thinking-reflecting-holding,
All made us together and reminded me...
A blessing in the making in these hours...

All I feel

I don't know y I am feeling this way,
I feel I can have it all…
My heart is not in one place,
it seems you touched the core...

I feel all warm inside,
full of joy and hope,
I can't stop smiling and thinking of u,
when u r not here, I feel something missing.

Don't know what It is,
We met and time has stopped,
every tear has been wiped,
and all I want to have is You.

Why am I feeling this,
what am I feeling,
these questions hover in my mind,
as I sleep at night looking at the sky..

Dream..(Condition Apply )

Dreams that feel so real
my longing desire to feel 
you. Away you have gone
vanished to a place of darkness
To me it is up to find you, I will
because love is what I need
it becomes painful when I cannot breathe
no one else knows who you are
but that is of no relevance
I know who you are, 
and I will continue on my journey
As you r my guiding light
Blessing of My Lord!!
Dream that feel so real...
You and Me….!!

Sapne..

Madham Madham sannaton me,
raat ki khamosh baton me
ugte ujaalon se chupti hui si..
adhmundi si inn ankhon me..
kai sapne jagaa karte hai..
inn lamho me dam bhara karte hai,
ugte din ki chhaaya me,
ye aksar apna aks dhoonda karte hai,
raat se din me badalte,
anshere se roshni me aate,
palon me ye sapne sawra karte hai,
subah ki kirano se preyrit,
raat ke ye jugnu bankar,
aksar inn lamhon me..
ye roj mujhse mila karte hai,
zindagi ke path par badhte,
naye pariveshon ko dhaaran karte,
roj naye sapne, khud me ye joda karte hai,
haan , aksar inn palon me..
ye sapne mujhse mila karte hai...

"Sukoon ke Pal"

Dodhte bhagte din ki thakaan se hote huye
kaam ke bojhse lipte huye se..Kuch pal sukun se bhare huye se…
Aaj fir humse aa mile...
Tumhare raste par..tumhare sath chalna..
Wo rukna aur usse khud ko..
Tumhare aur qareeb paana..
Kuch alag si hi baat thi..
Jaane kya cheez tumhe mujhtak fir khich layi..
Uss par tumhari bate..dil karta sunti jau bas..
Subah se sham tak..har pal naya sa lagne laga..
Tumhe dekhte aur sunte..vaqt bhi mano rukne laga..
Sham ko thaki huyi si aakhe
Na rukte huye, wo badhti huyi si bate..
Tumme kuch naya sa mai paati gayi..
Vaqt ke thamne ke sath sath
Khud ke thamne ka bhi pta nahi chala..
Apne aap se hoti huyi…tum tak mai aati gayi…
Aisa pehle nahi hua kabhi..
Ye kyu mai sochti rahi..tumhari ankhe kuch kehtihai..
Jo tum nahi kehte..kyu usey maan lene ko mann kartahai..
Inn palo me tumhe jaan lene ko mann karta hai..
Tumhare sath chalte rehna kyu dil chahta hai…
Tum kya sochte ho ye toh pta nahi…
Par tumhare sath vaqt bas tham sa jata hai…

Nadiya Kinarey

Nadi Kinare baithe wo yahi sochti rahi..
Iski lehre mujhse kitna kuch kehti hai…
Iski na koi shuruat hai..na koi ant…
Kabhi ye lehrati, jhumti hui bas
ek hi or mud jati hai…
aur kabhi mano apne aap se bate karti…
tham si jati hai…
Ye sab..kuch apne me sama leti hai…
Boht batain, yadaian, kisse, kahaniya..
Iski  lehro ki oat me chupe baithe hai..
Aur iske aanchal ke saye se use dekhte rehte hai…
Rukti hai, chalti hai, jhumti hai,machalti hai..
Jaha naya mod aye..thodi dair tham kar…
Ye fir se naya safar shuru karti hai…
Jab bhi dekho, ek sakun se me rehti hai…
Par kahan…sukun me rehti hai..
Kabse ise dekhne ka khyal uske man me tha..
Aaj jana toh dekha ki …
Iske sukun me kitna shor hai..
Par phir bhi..bina ruke..bina kuch soche…
Sabko deti hai, milti hai, chalti hai…

Ehsaas

Ye Raat ye subah ye sabhi ruke se pal…
kisi ke aane  ka ehsas deelate hai….
Kisi ke qadamo ki ahatain…
Kuch dair mujhe rok sa leti hai….
aur sochne par mazbur karti hai..
ki Ye nadiyan,ye panchi, ye sitare…
Ek azib si halchal  karke…
kyu mujhse kuch kehte hai,
mujhe rokte hai..mehsus karate hai.. 
ki Koi hai…jiski ahaton…se
Sab jhoom uthte hai….
Wo andhere me ek saya Banker..
Pholon me khushbu banker…
Barish ki pehli bond sa…
Meri tarah hi mujhe khojta ….
Hai kahin…uski ahaton me…
Ek ehsas hai..uske hone ka….
Use pane ka…sang jeene ka..
uske sath vaqt ke thamne ka….