“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise –
Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday – or holinight
Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight,
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

source: Poetry Foundation


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क़िस्मत के तराने

कितने दूर है, न जाने कहाँ है,
मेरी क़िस्मत के तराने,
किस गफ़लत में गुम है ।
  
न कोई आस, न उम्मीद में है,
वो दूर कहीं ख़ुद ख़ाक में गुम है ।
  
एक प्यास जो इधर लिए बैठा हूँ,
जिस तड़प में मन हिरण बन फिरता है ।
  
क्यूँ रात भी शांत न शीतल है,
चाँद पा जाने को मचल क्यूँ रहा है ।
  
जवाब भी सवाल पूछते है,
सवाल भी जवाब नहीं है,
एक धुन ढूँढने की है,
एक रात आँधियों की है ।
  
अब तो ख़्वाबों की तस्करी है,
तुम छुपकर बेच दो,
मैं छुपकर ख़रीद लूँगा,
फिर चुप कर के सो जाएँगे,
एक नयी तस्वीर बनाएँगे । 
  
  
   

First Love

The way she passed the bridge of my memory,
I lost my way out of the senses.
The lights of courage in me was diminished,
Flaunted by the winds of first love.

Her gaze of glitters stared at me,
Like she holds secrecy of wings,
A breath that dissolved in me,
felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life.

I hated being intimated my own thoughts,
But it does happen to me,
Like a life that was not the same ever since.

She could have seen me,
A glimpse of me to her,
Or a never-ending gaze,
Could be something there,
I must have done,
But that moment of love,
Is a love that loses to win.

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.

अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में

अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में,
उजाले ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
फिर आश बढ़ा उन लासों में,
इन्सानियत ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
बुनियाद बानी थी फूसों की,
महलों को ताका करते हो ।
फिर आज घने अँधेरे में ,
राहों को देखा करते हो ।

कल आधि रात,अंधेरे में ,
हम घर से निकला करते थे ।
आज उन्ही नाज़ अंधियारे में,
कुछ चीखें दबते रहते है ।
हर अमन का फूल खिला करता था,
गुलशन के गलियारों में ।
लगा के झोंका उड़ रहा,
हर साँस उधर मस्ताने में ।

फिर आँखों के नम सायें में कुछ
राह भी ताका करते है-
कभी आएगा वो,लाएगा वो
फिर से हमे हँसायेगा वो
चंद लम्हों में जो छिन गया ,
समझ,फिर कभी न आएगा वो ।।

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.

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.

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