A Masterpiece

Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.

A thought, that can change,
his life, before, it ends.

Carving, through the muds of soil,
he began his journey of life.

Some emotions, like an ocean,
with devotion, and his imagination,
created some wonderful creations.

Dolls, to play with,
Sculptures, to decor with,
Utensils, to cook and eat with.
Love and emotions put into it,
to live with.

Paving ways to the thirst of his creativity,
to accomplish, its starvation,
to achieve its thoughts, of giving life,
life to the cluster of soil and water.

Now scattered, within itself,
asks for relief, in search of something,
a masterpiece,
to mark his name,
in the history of this world.

Never found, was a masterpiece.
Found, was never a masterpiece.
Life squanders, to a limitless,
infinite, search for the pearls.

Never seen but catching,
Attentions of all, calling,
hidden inside,
deep and within,
the structured, boundaries of flesh,
Craving, is a masterpiece.

Ashes of Thoughts

Stays somewhere,
little ashes of thoughts,
dawning in the middle
of some stray stars,
alone but surrounded,
by meaningless bushes
of burdens.

A walking thought,
starts running,
on some unknown roads.
irritated, hopelessly,
trying to escape,
from all the realities,
that caused enough.

A howling truth,
begins to kill,
every breathe in the flesh.
like an enemy,
of its own.

Hope, a myth,
breaking and germinating again,
and at last,
betrays us all,
a life stays with hope,
and dies, in hope.

The tryst of Love

Hurt,
deep,
inside the heart,
Crawling,
Scattered,
Whimpering,
asking for help,
stayed in him,
the desires,
the hopes,
a thought,
a thought of coincident.

Afar,
Running,
Vast in the woods,
alone,
lost,
star crossed,
in the thought of,
of being complete,
staying,
in the darkest hours,
the hours of dark thoughts,
her life echoing,
to wait,
till the end,
an end,
till their tryst.

A walk of images,
appeared,
paving ways,
roads to both,
roads of possibilities,
a life,
beyond their capabilities,
a life,
there always was.

Emerging,
Changing winds,
going through,
with them,
asked them,
asked to follow.

As they followed,
to the unknown,
against their will,
Bestrewed,
Beseeching,
the destiny,
to meet,
to meet at their tryst.

Reaching,
at a dingle,
the flowers,
blossoming,
the wind,
never felt before,
the eyes,
effulgently,
went an espy,
an espy,
of each other,
as a stranger,
Known,
so much familiar,
with faded,
outline in memories.

Time urged,
to know,
and to understand,
just don’t let go,
sit,
talk,
and begin,
what was never started?

Understand,
trust,
the destiny of yours,
stick together,
and never ever,
be apart,
continue..
your trust,
tryst of love,
to a never ending,
a never-ending-end.

महसूस होती है ।।

वो जो इश्क़ में महसूस होती थी,
है कहीं जो जल रही है,
महसूस होती है ।।

अपनी अदालत में खड़ी होकर,
अपनी सजा की गुहार लगाती,
एक तड़प की तपिश भी,
महसूस होती है ।।

मैं के पत्थर तो नहीं शायद,
फूल का महज़ काँटा ही सही,
अपनी ही दिल में अपनी चुभन,
महसूस होती है ।।

रंगों बदन में मंझ रहा हूँ,
फिर भी दर्द से आहत हूँ,
वो एक टूटने का ग़म भी,
महसूस होती है ।।

फिर हम चलेंगे अंगारों पर कैसे,
इन रातों के अंधियारे में,
वो हर तरफ़ की आबोहवा,
जला रही है रात दिन,
महसूस होती है ।।

रिस रहा हूँ हर पहर,
अपने पाने की चाह में,
भिंग के जो तर हो जाऊँगा,
फिर बह चलूँगा राह में,
ये सोचता तो हूँ मगर,
हर सुबह भी रात सी,
महसूस होती है, क्या करूँ ?

©nawaab

Words at eve of ’em

Say it, the way it is,
-She said

So… it’s not the way,
It has to be.

“Why” – she questioned,
Why is it not the way, it has to be..?

Like a free waterfall, You are, my sweetheart. I am a stone merely on your way..you’re going to go anyways…

Even if I will try, many ways,

you’ll go anyways.

Either you will think of the world or world will make you think of Me.

Poured Romance will melt like ice and will float on water… I will cry in each piece…

Even if I will, the pieces won’t be One…I will try and I will cry…
But Nothing will be one.

Everything is Physical, Everything logical… But not my Love… It’s pure and illogical.

It breaths in hearts and pumps in vein… It goes everywhere but not in Brain,

But not in the brain…

You have logic, I don’t have…you have love, I don’t have… Even if you’re here… I feel the fear.

Of losing you, it haunts like …

I don’t know… Why this??…

Why this?? …

Let’s find our ways… Individual and independent,

let’s meet somewhere.

Sometimes… Somewhere??

Where Our souls going to meet…

In the paradise! I think.

Where

Beauty would sustain and Romance will flow.

Paid for Pain

They make them pay,
for their dignity,
they looted them,
and they flunked their dignity.

With the transaction of dignity,
nothing exists like a human,
they show their left dead bodies,
they bet for them like scavengers,
like every time they did to them,
they will again crush the flowers,
they paid for.

You’re loved

Love of two, you came to life,
Love of almighty and love of hopes,
One love of two individuals, you are.

Your hearts is love,
you’re the love of your heart.
This world loves you,
with blessings, care
and amenities it has.

The trees, the roads,
the house,
your little room, loves you.
The friends, the relatives,
the strangers, loves you.

The cold winds from mountains,
travels to you,
everyday, every second,
to love you.

The icebergs melt itself,
everyday,
to be a river, a lake or a sea,
to travel you,
they love you.

They say to you, nothing,
they ask you, for nothing,
they just love you,
with the each passing time,
they make you feel,
alive and fortunate,
they want to say,
in the most romantic way,
You need not to worry,
you’re loved.

A lone love

Happening to me,
is the love of lone,
a love with me,
for me from me.

Carried away with thoughts,
creating a thousand times,
deleting it several times.

I keep what I like,
eliminating the odds,
joining the dots,
creating it, of my own.

Without any fear of losing,
Without any hope of getting,
Hopelessly and fearlessly,
Stepping ahead in love,
a love with me,
for me from me.

Unexpressed words

Few words of unexpressed thoughts,
Keeps burning, deep inside the hearts,
from the realms of vast expressed lands,
to the sky of lantern stars in the nights.

It fights with people, who never cared,
with attire and gestures of unwillingness,
When it breaks out, it keeps mum.

It sobs with loud voices in silent souls,
with the starvation of living somewhere,
it resides within two black pages, thine.

Unbind

He fights with every erroneous situations,
just to stay besides her,
like a stack of rocks besides a river,
to make her flow, without any fear of being lost.

But for her, Sometimes,
it creates a boundary.
He knows its not to stop,
But for her well-being.
She knows it’s for her,
but couldn’t hold for long.

For care which comes with love,
of not losing, someone you love.
But care creates some periphery,
and love disperse out of lacking spaces.

©nawaab