In my entireness.

I miss you in the silence of the dusk,

which the noise of this city-town keeps breaking.

I miss you in the noise of this city-town,

which always leaves my heart crying and aching.

I miss you in the aching of my heart,

and it peeks as moisture from my weary eyes.

I miss you in my weary eyes craving for a peaceful sleep,

and making efforts for it tireless.

And there, yes there,

I miss you,in my entireness.

"तेरी शफ़कत थी , या कोई आज़ाब था ?

ये पता न चला, इब्तिदा कब हुई , कब मुक़म्मल हुआ।"

ps- शफ़कत - affection

आज़ाब - deluge, flood

इब्तिदा - beginning

मुक़म्मल - completion, totality

Usually.

"तू मेरे गीत का कौनसा लफ्ज़ है?

मैंने तुझको कभी, हाँ लिखा भी नहीं। "

No.

Not in these places.

I find you in spaces

of me,

that I don't usually traverse.

And see you building hamlets there.

Lets build a boat.

And sail away

to those places

those spaces

of you

you don't usually traverse.

"तू मेरे गीत का, कौनसा लफ्ज़ है ?

मैंने तुझको कभी, हाँ लिखा भी नहीं। 

गुनगुनाता भी है ,मेरे एहसास में ,

कागज़ों पर मेरे, दीखता भी नहीं 

तू मेरा कौन है ?

मै तेरा कौन हूँ ?

कौन अरमान है ?

कौन अनजान है ?

 ए खुदा , दे बता 

दे बता , ए  ख़ुदा.."

ps: To Unworldly.

If only.

If you are here 
only to see my colours 
you shall be disappointed.
If only you could see 
what has kept me
all this while
- integrated -
Because I only wish 
to reach the music
which kindles this fire 
I see in your eyes
even when, the world says you have 
- dissipated -

"कैसे अक़ीदत से मैं, दूँ बता, मुखातिब तुझे मेरे हौंसलों का 

शहर अजनबी है, और अभी तू  मुझसे ताहरूफ़ नहीं है। "

Picture- clicked at LBSNAA, Musoorie

अक़ीदत : An urdu word meaning devotion

मुखातिब : Address

ताहरूफ़ : known or introduced

Become the storm...

When its been enough, and you're dying,fading, and blue.
And storms engulf you from all sides,all dimensions,
bringing everything you ever feared true.

Don't fear the storms anymore
Become one.
Rise, burst, magnify..
And don't stop,till you are done.

photograph borrowed from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/407927678724862533/

Prism.

I wonder how You do this...

Whenever I'm down, dejected and in destitute.

When the wrongs in the world turn me cold, numb and mute.

When its at the lowest and I'm white...
searching for my hues.

YOU.

Like a Prism.

Restore in Me.
My Innate Colors.

I wonder How You do this....