Ek waqt tha jab thode se kaam chal jaata tha

Aaj jahaan kum padta hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Kal socha tha ki kaash kal aaj jaisa ho

Aaj sochta hoon ki kal main kitna chota sochta tha

Jaane kyun ye bhool jaata hoon

Ki kabhi kabhi chota sochna hi accha hota hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Naam hai, paisa hai

Uske bina bhi sab kuch khasa badhiya hai

Phir bhi koi toh baat hogi usmein 

Jo sab kuch kaam chalau lagta hai 

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Badal jaaonga toh duniya bura maanegi

Phir se wohi ban jaaoonga

Toh woh kaunsa pehchanegi

Badalne mein nahi, janaab aaj kal samjhane mein waqt lagta hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Kal hi ki baat hai

Maa ne poocha beta tu theek toh hai naa

Maine kaha nahi

Usne haan suna lagta hai

Halki si muskaan chehre pe laane mein

Lamba samay lagta hai

Silence

Between the lines

You will find the real story

Crowded by words

Concealed by meaning

It spells doubts

But also utters hope

Stays until the midnight

And then slowly starts leaving

It is the opposite of everything

When she says it is nothing

Between the lines

You will find the real story


One behind the smiley

Appearing after the sorry  

The Sunflower

She is a sunflower catching butterfly

Dancing with the breeze, waiting for sunrise

Her lips are sealed, her movement subtle

Maybe it’s her, maybe it’s the lover

Like a long winding road that takes a sudden turn

She smiles broadly but mostly without a reason

She doesn’t care, but worries a lot

Of what’s coming, she also sees all that’s gone

She is not the one to hide

She tells this to herself and twice

And as the evening beckons, the butterfly wanders away

Her arms stretched can no more touch him again

So as the day wields its last drop of light

Staring at the setting sun she tells herself –

One more night

By Billy Joel

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies.
And she only reveals what she wants you to see.
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me.

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you.
She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe.
And she'll take what you'll give her as long as it's free.
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me.

Oooh, she takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,
She just changes her mind.

And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden.
And she'll carelesly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding.
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be.
Blame it all on yourself, cause she's always a woman to me.

Oooh, she takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,
She just changes her mind.

She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel.
But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool.
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree.
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me.

The depth of friendship is equal to the number of seconds one takes before saying no to a friend, for a task that is impossible to do.

That

Yes I know

I never should have said that

And of many things

That I regret

You know it was never that

Poor man with a rich past

How can he ever regret that

Lots is lost

And in losing a lot found

I still wonder

How come I ever found that

Wish had a little more of it

But then a moment has only a moment

How could I have ever stolen more than that

But I want to tell you

That we shall relive again

After all we all have two lives, don’t we?

Two lives -

One of this

And one of that

Lost and found

And then lost again

I am only hoping

Centuries have passed

And for once

The world has changed

I am hoping

The stations look different

More of red less of yellow

And when asking for wrong directions

You meet the right fellow

I am hoping

The cabbies smile more often

And there be no urchins at the signal

But when you find a poor soul

There is time enough to mingle

I am hoping

Coke and Pepsi and all their soda factories

Get sued out of production

With ample supply of tea and coffee

But no addiction

I am hoping

The Tsotsi and boys have the same future

As Brian and boys from Manhattan

And when they look at the ocean blue skies

They don’t look for the weekly ration

I am hoping

It rains on hot summer’s day

And it snow every winter

And when Santa shows up

He is minus the candy, plus the beer

I am hoping

The fashion shows

Go out of fashion forever

With not one glass that reflects

Or an inch of a mirror

I am hoping

Every failure is rejoiced

And passing becomes uncool

And there is no pressure to work

Right after the end of school

Away from the dusts of time

Away from the words too

More than anything else in the world

I am hoping that you find me that one place

Where even life has not a clue

A story well read

Easier done than said

You open the book you’ve already read

And then expect the mystery to shake you up

From the outside

From the inside

But you really know the plot

The heroine lives, the hero dies

And no suspense can save them

Or erase the sense of déjà vu

Unless the pages deliver more than I write

And less than you read

Each time

Each and every time

The maid doesn't apologise for ringing the bell when she has the keys.
The paper boy doesn't apologise for arriving after I am gone.
The rick guy doesn't apologise for not doing his job (driving).
The railway doesn't apologise for apologising without regret.
The commuters don't apologise for fighting over same thing every day.
The man on the window seat doesn't apologise for spitting out of the window.
The bhajan mandali doesn't apologise for creating nuisance in the name of God.
The taxi guy doesn't apologise for not doing his job (driving).
The BMC doesn't apologise for the roads between potholes.
The toll naka doesn't apologise for giving candy instead of one buck.
The bus driver doesn't apologise for rashly applying brakes at the last moment.
The RTO officer doesn't apologise for causing traffic as they speak over the cellphone.
The world doesn't apologise for sucking my time.
But I am expected to apologise for being late.
How unfair!

Your smile

Your smile is not the same anymore

It is burdened with our past

With what you are thinking of me

With things you can’t forget

Things I keep remembering

Things I shouldn’t have done

And all the things I did

It tells a story

But it tells a different story

Not the one for the world

One for me

Only me

I’ve been cheating

I’ve been cheating

Moments gone away

Say

Much of the moments have been fleeting

There has been no rush

Though

From start

Until the end

I’ve been sleeping

I’ve been sleeping

Who can deny?

When time tells

It’s time to go

Where you belong

A bus goes there

Every hour and then

It’s been a lifetime

I’ve been waiting

I’ve been waiting

Let the fate write

It’s own tale

I am here to tell one of my own

And it’s working out

All just fine

Since

You’ve been reading

I’ve been telling

Some nights

Some nights are different

Some nights talk less, listen more

They make you sleepy but make you not want to sleep

They make you feel like you are a nice person already

Some nights make you believe things you aren’t

Things you thought you were when you were a kid

Holding imaginary planes in the imaginary sky

Like a dream some nights make you happy

These nights come once in a while

And they don’t last too long

And when they go, they leave you incomplete

Like a king without a kingdom

A beggar without a hope

A dreamer with a dream

Like a me with a thought of a you

P

Posey had a fascination for
Prose that started with
P. Yes
P, the letter
P. No A or B. Her sentences had to start with
P and only
P. That was her quirk and this was me –
‘Picky’. Now what kinda’ name is
Picky. I ain’t all that choosy but
Picky, now that irks me.
Papa once said –
Picky you see
Papa likes mummy but it can’t be. I m in
Police since years and still have my fears. About
Picking up a fight with
Posey. Tell her what’s on between me and Rosy
Posey was upset. How could he, choose R to
P. It’s an insult and I shall have my revenge
Penny for penny. “But mother he has no money, and you no attorney?“
Picky let me see
Pinto is caring and he is free. And you need a father and I need a
P. I agreed
Primarily for the lure of a
Pony that will drop me school and
Pick me home to father
Phony and mother
Posey, amidst the same old story called - to
P or not to
P

तेरे लिए बी गुलज़ार

तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए
लफ़्ज़ों में, लम्हों की, डोलियाँ, लाये हैं
लफ़्ज़ों में, लम्हों की, डोलियाँ, लाये हैं, लाये हैं
शेरोन में, खुशबू की, बोलियाँ, लाये हैं, लाये हैं
हमने सौ सौदे किये
तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए

आँखों में न चुभे, तारों की किरचियाँ
शीशे का आसमा लाये हैं, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए
तारे जड़े, हीरों से भी कितने बडे
हमने आसमानो में, लाखों के सौदे किये
तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए

हलकी सी सर्दियाँ और सांस गरम हो
शामों की शवल भी, थोड़ी सी, नर्म हो
तेरे लिए किशमिश चुने, पिसते चुने, तेरे लिए
हमने तोह परिन्दों से, बागों के सौदे किये
तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए

Poetry of my life

As I write the poetry of my life

I know there is only little I can say

For much of it is hidden

And forgotten along the way

Like a treasure

That you seek

Realizing a bit late

That what you were searching for

You were always carrying along the way

Happiness discovered

In unfound ways

Or affection with sorrow

That quits giving pain

Melody is old

But each time life hums

World listens with astonishment

TRUISMS (1978-1983)
JENNY HOLZER

http://handsell.wordpress.com/2010/07/19/truisms-1978-1983-jenny-holzer/

“I dreamt of heaven the other night, and pearly gates swung wide. An angel with halo bright, ushered me inside. And there to my astonishment, stood folks I’d judged and labelled as quite unfit, of ‘little worth’ and spiritually disabled. Indignant words rose to my lips, but never were set free, for every face showed stunned surprise, not one expected me!”

– Unknown.

A conversation dream

I asked her, She never asked why I like her

She asked Why?

I told her, I don't know

I really don't.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines
by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

A Drinking Song

by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.