The Guiding Star

The darkness falls and out of all

The stars up there , find you will

With beauty pure  and spark so bright

Standout one that will catch your sight

The one you can call your guiding star

Always burning just to show you path

When eagles are headed to eyries

And the bats are out for work

When the owls begin to hoot

And wolves are there to howl

I’ll be your guiding star

The burning one to show you path

When the night is dark as coal

And  the crickets fear to chirp

When  black wears  even the moon

Look up and you will find soon

The one you call your guiding star

Burning just for you to show the path

When the stars are off to sleep

And out of dark the sun creeps

When illuminated is every grain

The special one awaits again

For the night to fall once more

To  light the path and let you explore

Encouraging Whispers

Surviving the Storm

The Unvalued Gems

in this journey we all bled
on the paths deemed misled
moving further freely we sinned
leaving marks yet faces grinned
when the light fades away
even the path makes us sway
with a spark at tunnel's end
hope is what we try to mend
holding on to the frail taut rope
eyes fixed on that spark of hope
hope here from nowhere comes
pieces of a broken puzzle  everybody sums
dark clouds of doubt and hate when grow
the word may seem so hard to know
then dare to look past through those clouds
and find the answers to those doubts
the doubts , thou fears have answers you seek
the deeper the plunge, turns stronger the weak
the strength we got was from darkness trail
once afraid of rain now doesnot care about hail
once feared the rain yet conquered the hail?
steer the ship in the ocean with canvas sail
once set to sail, beware O men !
as storm and hurricane cares for none
in the wake every being shall perish
yet this misery a few will cherish
the chosen few, the brave and strong
shall one day reap all they had sown
seeing them the stars will stare
the precious gems with blinding glare

The veil.

Behind that veil of contentment, she hid away from the world a dimension. Nobody knew her true countenance, all they could see was another customary domino. Her corporeal actuality was but far hidden behind a paper self, a paper everybody could write on but no one could feel.......

As she waited for the one who could extricate from her the real she, she saw what the mob was all about. How in this paper world hid the people so paper like building their paper towns.........
As she smiled, she only just hid behind that veil of contentment.........

-----> This is inspired by "Paper Towns" a novel by "John green"

Resurrection

Nothing is ever to ponder

Thoughts stray hither and yonder

Shades of their restless eyes

Ravage the flawless disguise

No feeling remains now aside

In the shards of fallen pride

Figures falling in the center

Reckon Him as their mentor

Hopes here never go high

Every word then comes as a sigh 

Demise of beings becomes a lie

In the resurrecting man’s silent cry 

Waiting was the part!

And she, faded him farewell and her eyes were still following his vehicle trying to see his glance till to the time it vanished from her sight, hoping that it might b the last time she sees him and if it's the last time, she wants to fill her eyes with his pictures to pass her life with those images. The vehicle disappeared but she still remained there, in the driveway with all her emotions arousing to the edge where her eyes became watery. To her, he is her world, her reason to smile, her reason to believe that fairytales exist, and her most valuable possession which she is proud and also at times afraid to lose, nd for him she could went to any limit. But having him at her side, she could face anything that comes along her way as he completes her world. He once told her that he hated seeing her being weak n crying and she told him that she would never cry n would not b weak as far as I am near and with you. And today, after so long she felt the warmth rolling down her cheeks making them wet and this was because he was leaving her. He was not leaving her as he was over her, nor he wants her to face the hardships alone or to do all things on her own but was leaving her for the honour of his oath which he took to defend his motherland. To him his duty was always his first priority and she adjusted with this, as he was important to her more than anything and to him his duty. She was not crying because he prefers his duty more, she was crying because she hated this waiting part because she wouldn't be able to feel him around, she wouldn't be able to see him at the starting and ending of the day and she would be missing his presence around him. But this waiting was the part of the package he offered her or more rightly the part of him. And she adores his every part and aspect. To her everything about him was as scared as him.

Wait!

Her eyes..her eyes were the most beautiful creation of God he ever witnessed..for her eyes carried that one emotion that everybody carried but hers was intense..her eyes carried a staunch wait in them..her whole body alert on even the slightest sound..a humming bird humming far away..a train whistling in a distant district..the winds roaring..he wished for someone who waited for him too with such sincerity that she carried for her beloved.

Suno Phir Eid Ayi Hai

suno phir chaand nikla hai 

suno phir eid ayi hai 

roshni har simt pheli hai

khushi ki naveed ayi hai

magar is dil ki basti main

tou bas tanhayi chayee hai

isay purnoor karnay ko

talab ik mahtab ki hai

iss barg e khizaan ko

talash ik lehr e bahar ki hai

is banjar dayar ko

khuwahish kuch barsaat ki hai

is adhooray wajood ko

zaroorat sirf tumharay sath ki hai

janti hoon tum ko kuch farz nibhanay hain

magar taskeen hai k ab ik waqt ana hai

sitaaron ki gardish jb kuch youn ho gee

kay tm ko sb zanjeeron ko tor a he jaana hai

mukaam e wasal par phir chand niklay ga

saba phir khushiyoon ki lehar laye gee

haqeeqat main wohi to eid ho gee

haqeeqat main wohi to eid ho gee

there always a way

Be hopeful!
because where there is a hope there is a way

Wishes

go wherever you want go..

do whatever you want to do ...

on the journey of your dreams ..

choose anyone who passes the stream with you..

with khaki on the body ...

and stars on the shoulders ...

take a leap forward and move the boulders ..

put all the energies on your chosen path ..

and it will be decorated without any wrath ..

what a comely idea she thought it was.

alas! nothing but a mosaic of keruffle it was..

not today but may be some other day ...

not in this life but may be in the life hereafter ...

all the seeds she has sown out of them ...

the most longing fruit will be fully grown

another wish on the shooting star

and she closes her eyes leaving the world far