Sound of Music ....

The sound of music he played ....
He played for me ....
Make me go ballistic .... at times ... holistic at times ....
Mood swings occur....
I cry .... a muffled cry ....
I smile .... a sly smile....
A smile that tells all ....
My love for him ....
It hasn't dimmed a bit ...
Getting stronger day by day ....
A faith ....
A fervent prayer ....
Turn back the tide ....
Turn the turn of events .....
Change everything for the better ....
But, time and tide ....
They never turn back .....
They just go on doing their job ....
We are left to do ours.

The sound of music he played ...
The songs he sang ...
His voice.... so clear in my head ...
In my conscience ....
As though he is sitting beside me...
Holding my hand ... and singing ....
Caressing my face ....
Moving his hand through my hair.....
He loved doing that ...
Caressing my hand and my head....
I remember ...
Remember it all ....
As if it is happening right now.

The sound of music .....
His voice ....
His gaze .....
Unnerving gaze ....
And I give a shy smile .....
All to myself ....
Just thinking of him and him only.

Ek chadar maili si ....

Ek chadar maili si .....
Yaad dilati hai woh raat....
Jiss raat hum baithey thei ...
Khuley aasmaan taley ...
Chandni raat mein ....
Oss se geeli ghaans per....
Chadar bichaye ...
Wohi chadar yaad aaye ...
Ek chadar maili si....
Bheegi oss  ki boondon se....
Neend gayab thi uss raat....
Buss aasman ke taarey bas gaye thei aankhon mein....
Paas woh thei aur hum ...
Dooja koi nahi ....
Buss ... do dilon ke darmiyan koi aur nahi ....
Phir ek goonj uthi ....
Aankhein khuli....
Woh ek khwaab tha....
Par chadar geeli thi....
Maili chadar ....
Kaise?
Woh khwaab kabhi ek haqeeqat tha....
Ek hoonk uthi aur khwaab toot gaya....
Maili chadar mere saath reh gayi buss...
Aur kuch nahi.

My Reflection ....

See my reflection .....
In the work I do .....
See my reflection  .....
In my kids ....Kids .... Biological and the ones I keep for their parents ....
See my reflection in them.

I see my reflection each day ...
I give a pat to myself and say....
Atta Girl!  Good job ....
The reflection says ..... It's part of the deal ....
A job well done .... a glow on my face.

Walking down the path of my dreams ....
Dreams I haven't seen yet ....
But, realized much before ...
I know my inner self glows ....
The reflection shows ....
Deep within the satisfaction ....
Of a life lived ....
Well lived .... despite the strife....
Yet, a life ....
To talk about ...
A life to remember.....
And, be remembered.... Always.

Sacch kehnde si .... Rabb...

Tussi sacch kehnde pae ho ji ....
Rabb dil vich rehnda si ...
Te Auliya da hukum haiga....
Sab nu pyar kar ....
Par insaan jo hota hai ...
Woh iss gal nu kadi nahi maanta...
Woh bas apni vaasna ki poorti karta haiga...
Te unno chhadd ke chala jandaa hai....
Jo sachche dil se unno pyar kar di si.

Tussi sacchi sacch kainda si ...
Par eh toh kadwa sacch haiga...
Ki Duniya vich ab pyar nahi bacha...
Jo bacha so hai thoda sa waqt ....
Phir sab andhiyaara....
Phir naa Sohni hogi na Mahiwal...
Naa Shirin hogi na Farhad ...
Naa Reshma te na Shera....
Bass hogi jag hasaiyee ...
Pyar ki ... iqraar ki ...
Aur kuch nahi hoga.

Plucked Flowers....

Flowers ... beautiful and fragrant ....
Men pluck them ....
For their own happiness ..
Men pluck flowers ...
For wooing women ....
They pluck them and leave them in books ...
To dry and remain forever in the name of love ....
They pluck flowers and crush them ...
And ....then ...
They have the cheek to proclaim ..
They have no liking for plucked flowers.
Such men SUCK big time....
They are bloody wilted twigs...
Weaklings .... showing strength behind fake names....
Real life Eunuchs ... having fun with plucked flowers and then leaving them aside....
Plucking more plucked flowers from decaying bouquets...
And proclaiming undying love ....
To the woman waiting at home.
Suckers ..... They ought to be bobbitized ....
Then shall the plucked flowers .... rise and shine again....
At least the plucked flowers have some use ...
They have lived their life to the fullest ...
Given joy to others ....
What has the wilted weak twig given?
Nothing ... He is just another twig to be burnt to ashes.

The Devil within...

We all have it ....
The little devil within....
We are all devils without the horns ...
Yes.... but where's the trident ... That he holds?

The devil within ...
In childhood makes us do innocent mischief .....
In teens ... rebellious outrages....
In young adulthood... crimes of passion ...
In oldage ....
It is just too tired ....
Yet, it is still existent ....
Upto some mischief or the other ...
But, yet again ...
Cute mischief ....
Coz' It ain't all that bad....
It's just our self ... That needs recognition...
So, does things that don't suit our persona per se.

The devil within....
Wants us to acknowledge its presence....
Wants us to know ...
It has feelings too....
Needs .... unmet needs...
Silent needs ....
Loud despicable needs...
Needs stifled by societal taboos....
Needs ... plain and simple needs ...
Of a human mind ... trapped in a mortal body....
A mind with infinite possibilities...
Infinite probabilities ....
An infinity within an inferno ...
Desires of the devil ....
Lots of desires .....
Unwarranted for actions .... for fulfilling those desires...
Chained aspirations ...
Unchained emotional outbursts.
The devil within ...
The suppressed desire....
The oppressed woman ....
The ostracized soul ....
The categorized human....
One and all the same.

Inspire me....

Inspire me .... my muse ....
I say ... to the reflection ....
I whisper in the ears of the person ...
Looking  lovingly at me ....
And, the act begins.

Inspire me for greatness .....
Greatness within ...
Not for the World to witness....
But, for me to experience ...
Just like yesterday .....
Yesterday was a great day ....
A day I felt I had achieved something ....
A bit but every drop that falls makes an ocean.

Someone up there really likes me ....
Gives me problems only I can solve ....
Gives me the strength to be the best ...
In whatever that I do.

Ah, yes! You may think this is narcissism...
But, heck no ....
It ain't...
It is but a thanks to the Supreme power ....
For having faith in me....
A never dying .... never ending faith....
In my ability .. to surface unscathed ....
Albeit a bit tired and at times frustrated ...
Yet, a wholesome being ...
Content by herself ... in being who she is....
An entity ..... an identity....
Of her own ...
Despite adversity ....
Standing tall .... with him watching over me all the time.

Inspire me ... to be the best further....
Send more challenges my way ....
Success gives a high ....
That no drug can match.
I don't match my success with money ...
My success is the countless smiles ...
Of the little ones that look upto me....
They motivate me to be who I am .....
The best.... The best of them all.

Innssspppiiiirre ME ....

Difficulties.... they strengthen me...

Yeah! Difficulties ... make me stronger ...
Calamities .... Strengthen my resolve....
Adversity in the face ... make me smile brighter....
That's the fundamentals ... to live by ....
That's the thought that weakens the devil.
I am a woman ....
Every woman within me ...
The strength of a woman unmatched ...
Though I walk alone ...
There are multiples that walk behind me.
I set an example ....
Others follow.....
That's what leaders are for ....
Being forward ...way ahead of their times....
I am way ahead of others ...
Coz' I have the conviction ...
To say and do as I please ...
I don't bend when adversity strikes...
I keep my head held high.
I am every woman .....
Yet, I am ME....
Difficulties ... they strengthen me.