Dil ki har tamanna har mod par mil jaye…

And for the first time in her solitary lifeShe saw herself in the identity – mirrorAnd explored the possibility to fly from the lonely lifeWhich kept her confined for yearsUnder dark clouds of loveThat was moving nowhereOther than killing her thought processFinally, she shed her shells of breathlessTo take a fresh leaf from life.

running in wrong lane

flowing spring between the treesmeadows grazed by horses and sheepWith the beautiful faces aroundI lost my heartWhen mind wandered in thoughtsNo music can matchThe twittering of birdsNo dance can matchThe swings of branchesUnparalleled dance of peacockSun playing hide and seekGrass holding snow cubesWind playing fluteBamboos beating nature’s drumsI lost my heart to nature’s love.

Each year passed byShows me something that I missedOr did the other way.I wonder why I stored them allIn the sweetest part of my brainThinking them as treasures of lifeNow with every slide I regretFor using my precious memoryFor futile thingsI scanned it once againand let it goto fly on unseen horizonwhere pain and happinessdwell…

Between the soft lipsTakes a bite of the teethGoes back to writingTouches the silky hairsAnd back on paper to danceGoes again to touch the long neckThis naughty penRolls over the fingersStays firmly with the thumbI care less about what it writesI envy the way it remainsClose to body and heart.

The banks were intactBut there was no sandAll grown up wild treesSome spares of railway repair workFew childrens were playingSome goats and cows grazingMy eyes shed some waterSeeing the agony of this riverWho knows what will be the sightWill my children play hereOr will do boating rideMillions of unhatched eggsMillions of dreams shatteredConcrete jungle took…