Tere Pyaar ne adhura shayar bana diya hai mujhko

Tere Pyaar ne adhura shayar bana diya hai mujhko

Tere pyaar ne adhura shayar bana diya hai mujhko,

Na tera pyaar mere liye raha, aur na tu raha,

Sochti hoon kuch likhoon, par kya likhoon,

Na hindi aati hai na urdu,

Angrezi ki grammar bhi adhuri si aati hai,

Kuch kal ke liye likhti hoon, kuch aaj mein,

Kuch bitey hue pal ke liye likhti hoon,

Ab nahi raha koi waqt ka pehra,

Na ghadi ki tick tock sunayi deti hai, 

Na badalte calendar ke panne dikhaye dete hai,

Tere pyaar ne adhura shayar bana diya hai mujhko

Kabhi dhundti hoon main alfaaz gulzar ke lafzo mein,

To kabhi ghalib ki ghazal mein,

Kabhi manto saab ki kahaniya,

Ya phir murakami ki baatein,

Sirf I love you kehne se to baat nahi banti,

Na jaane kyun itne sapne dekhti hoon mein likhne ka,

Shayad na jaane kaunsa nagma tumein phir mujhe apna kar jaaye,

Shayad tumein phir meri oar khinch laaye,

Yun na tum kabhi door gaye ho mere khayalo se,

Lekin phir achanak ye mann yeats ki baat yaad karata hai “in dreams begin responsibilities”

Likhna chahti hoon kuch aisa jisse tere mere charche ho,

Dekhte ho mez pe rakhi kitaab aur kalam,

Intezar kar rahi hai mera likhne ka,

Har ek unkahe lafz mein, ek ummeed chhupi hai,

Tumein phir se manane ek zid chadi hai,

Tere pyaar ne adhura shayar bana diya hai mujhko

(I think most of the inspiration came for this poem when i was making roti and listening to Beyaan Ghalib by Gulzaar saab and Jagjit singh)

a poem (perhaps an incomplete story)

Woh  aaj bhi waqt ke pul paar uska intezar kar rahi thi,
Har roz ek naya suraj ek nayee ummeed leke aata.
Ab to uski halki nili saree bhi purani ho gayee thi,
Pehle to chaand har raat pehra dene aata tha,
Ab to woh bhi thak gaya tha,
Maano jaise budha sa ho gaya tha chand, baadalon mein chhipkar so jaata tha,
Pul ke neeche ek nadi behti thi,
Ek akela sa gaana gaati thi hamesha,
Shayad woh bhi kisika intezar kar rahi thi,
Shayad usney apni saari yaadein ek copy mein likh rakh thi,
Maano jaise ek umr bhar ki daastan ek nagme mein likh rakhi thi,
Copy ke panne purane ho gaye the, aur siyahi kab ki khatam ho gayee thi,
Par woh ab bhi gaane likhti thi uske intezar mein
woh  aaj bhi uska intezar kar rahi thi,
Wahi purane se pul par, shayad yahi adhoori si uski kahani thi

Blast from the past..A song written way back in 2006

A song written way back in 2006 or to be precise on 19.4.06. Here it is (Shweta writes it)

But inside me, a jumble of questions, running in my head,
I don't know what way to go,
i am on a highway,
no where to go, so easy to get lost,
so hard to find,
I am trying to find a path of my own,
I am trying to anchor the ship to the shore.
Its pretentious, the life is pretentious,
I am living what others want me to live.
When i look in the mirror, its not me anymore.

A jungle of feelings inside my head,
Thousands of voices talking inside my head.

Black as the blackest ink,
Dark as the darkest night,
Raining on a silent night,
storm raising in my head.

So i am listening to my heart what it says,
I am going to live my life, till i die.

(I agree that the song seems to be a bit incomplete. I can't recreate those feelings now of what  i had written ages ago. Yours Truly is going through a different phase of emotions now. Just one bit last message- Thank you to  all my followers, thank you for being so patient and reading my songs and poems. Thank you so much. I heart you all)

Some random thoughts

1. Sun rays lifts the dew and the fog,

    The world baths in sunlight,

    Cotton fields look like faux snow.

2. The long distance, longer drive,

    good songs on car stereo,

    writing down my thoughts on paper,

    early sunlight, lighting up her face,

    her hair like golden copper threads in the glimmering sun,

    I wonder whether should i pen a poem on her,

    or on wonders of nature,

    But is'nt she a wonder too ?

(the 'her' in question is my mom)

I wrote this while we were travelling on our way to Somnath. It was beautiful day. )

(because) Someone better will come along

Writing after a long time. A short long song : ) This one is dedicated to all those people who are going through "broken heart" and "sad" phase. It's tough i know, but it shall pass too. Here is the song.

Hush, i know you are sad,
crying in a pool of tears,
and drowning in your fears.

Hush i know you are scared,
You have been crying all night,
Baby its such a strain, all in vain

The one whom you love,
has moved on, so let it go,
Because someone better will come along.

I don't guarantee a smooth ride,
Its a rocky road and the mountains are high,
But i have been down the same road,
Its difficult to find someone and
built new memories again

The one whom you love,

has moved on, so let it go,

Because someone better will come along.

I know its difficult to forget and forgive,

In that relationship you lost all your friends and gained none,

And now all you have is bitter pain,

Its easy to say forget your past,

i know its such a difficult task.

The one whom you love,

has moved on, so let it go,

Because someone better will come along.

I know you move like a machine,

You feel its just a bad dream,

But baby, you know its true,

Its tough to give up and face the truth.

But remember its just a long dark night,

and night will give its way to dawn,

Someone will come and wipe your tears,

Make you smile and make you forget your bad phase,

so sing a happy song,

Because someone better will come along.

The one whom you love,

has moved on, so let it go,

Because someone better will come along.

( i hope everyone who reads this post likes it) : )

I Wish....

Once again a love song by shweta. Blast from the past but a pleasant one. Some memories just haunt you for eternity and this is one of them. Lost, sunny days of love.

I wish.....

I wish i could take away all your pains, all your fears,

I wish i could understand your unspoken words,

I wish i could be with you on that lonely lake in the company of lonely swan,

I wish i could be with you on that lonely stretch of bridge,

where you would kiss me and say that you are mine.

I wish we could be in the theater,

And drink that bottle of red wine again.

I wish i could be with you on that little boat again,

And feel the sea breeze around us.

I wish i could be with you in the temple,

And take blessings of God together again,

I wish you would softly say my name,

kiss me on forehead and say,

Take care girl, till we meet again.

I wish i could stop the time,

and roll the moments again.

I know i am not a perfect person,

And i don't know what future holds in store for us.

Yesterday is long gone,

And i don't have tomorrow,

I have a little bit of today with you,

And i want to hold on that moment forever....

(Amen to all the love stories in the world, may they all have a happy ending)

Two short poems

Written by Sylvia in her random thoughts...

Poem :- Why am i a human being ?

Why am i a human being ?

I am anti social, I am an animal,

I am a wild creature in my heart.

I don't have any feelings,

I am anti-love.

I am not afraid of the dark,

I am an ally of devil, but i am not evil.

I hunt for life, stay alone,

I am stripped of all emotions.

I speak of what is on my mind,

I don't have any masks.

I am happy with what life has given me,

And nature is my mother.

I am anti-social,

I am an animal.

Poem :- A song for her

She sleeps with different men every night,

under the same sky,

She hangs her cotton sarees and her filmy underwears on the clothesline,

she sings when she is free and not making love to strangers.

All in the name of fuck, she earns her living.

She had a dream & thousand stars in her eyes,

She is afraid to look into mirrors and meet her real self.

And now she is old, has a child and free disease.

Oh she had a dream and it was a wild dream.

She fucked life badly and now its fucking her back

Now she lives in stupor, heavy silence and trance,

The bidis and cheap whisky are her only friends.

On better days, she opens her wardrobe and stares at the colorful sarees,

and remembers the days when her life was beautiful too

And now its over, that wonderful life of,

men, money and more

Oh she is a lonely woman now.

she cries at night,

and they come out like sad songs of despair,

breaking the silence of dark black night.

Her black eyes once beautiful,

are now blank, red & swollen.

Those crimson full lips which made everyone,

Fall in love with her, are now dark and wrinkled.

Oh yes now she is old, all wrinkled and weak.

She sings her sad songs and waiting to be buried.