Mirage

He drifts away and says I am walking away
I look at him, my eyes imploring desperately
trying to see if the glint, that warm smile,
that was so abundantly evident is there
in some minuscule fraction and I see it.
I see the happiness in his heart,
the music in his laughter,
the child-like innocence that once made me go weak
and that unmistakable glint
only that now its all for her.
At least he is truthful, he says.
Yes! Truth is to be celebrated, reveled, revered even.
and reality to be left ignored and forgotten.
And he says I am walking away.
But I am just standing on top of the cliff.
Looking into the depths of the ocean.
I see the waves hitting against the rocks.
Expectant, joyful, and finally morose and still.
Like my mind searching for an entry into the closed heart,
my eyes searching for light in infinite darkness.
And he waves from the horizon from his boat drifting,
that I am walking away.

The end

The roads thin down, the horizons are a blur
connections are lost and words are a slur
vision is misty and images are a cloud
hands are chained and the heart cries aloud
tides rise, mountains melt into river of tears
darkness envelopes the soul where the end is near

Yaadein

Na hai yeh pana
Na Khona hi hai
Tera Na hona jane
Kyun hona hi hai

Tum se hi din hota hai
Surmaiyi shaam aati
Tumse hi tumse hi

Har ghadi saans aati hai
Zindagi kehlati hai
Tumse hi tumse hi

Aankhon mein ankhen teri
Baahon mein baahein teri
Mera na mujhe mein kuch raha hua kya
Baaton mein baatein teri
Raatein saugatein teri
Kyun tera sab yeh ho gaya hua kya
Mein kahin bhi jata hoon
Tumse hi mil jata hoon
Tumse hi tumse hi

Shor mein khamoshi hai
Thodi si Behoshi hai
Tum se hi tum se hi

Aadha sa wada kabhi
Aadhe se jayada kabhi
Jee chahe kar lun is tarah wafa ka
Chode na chhute kabhi
Tode na toote kabhi
Jo dhaga tum se jud gaya wafa ka

Mein Tera sarmaya hoon
Jo bhi mein ban paya hoon
Tumse hi tumse hi
Raste mil jate hai
Manzilen mil jati hai
Tumse hi tumse hi

Kinda like this new slow one from Jab we met.

Eclipse

Sunshine was her middle name.
Her smile warmed you up.
Her laughter lit up the room.
Her voice echoed through the soul.
Her energy revitalized your senses.
Her eyes spoke more than her endless chatter.

And her silences speak much more....

The wait

"I am sorry that I pinged you."
That still echoes. Through my
heart and spirit. I hear it
during the day and louder through the night.
And I wait and wait some more.
Through happy times and now.
I said some things I am forbidden to.
And probably shall never be forgiven for.
Or understood for that matter.
But I wait and wait some more.
For that tender concern which was
never for me. The voice and eyes,
that could tell me everything I need to know.
That accidental brush of the toes.
The few minutes when the time stood still.
I wait and wait some more.
Listening to the stoic silence.
Looking at refracted images through teary eyes.
While the mind battles it out with the heart.
Searching for my purpose and presence.
And I wait and wait some more.