Words

कभी सफ़ेद कभी हलके रंगों में, सिमट के आती है वो! गर्मी के मौसम को भी,  ख़ूबसूरत बनाती है वो!! हर सुबह बालों को बाँध कर, जब घर से बाहर जाती है वो, ठंढी चाँदनी सी रास्तों  में  फैलाती है वो, गर्मी के मौसम को भी ख़ूबसूरत बनाती है वो! तपती धूप में मुझे देख कर, जब धीरे धीरे मुस्कुराती है वो,  राग मल्हार की याद दिलाती है वो, गर्मी के मौसम को भी ख़ूबसूरत बनाती है वो! कभी सफ़ेद कभी हलके रंगों में, सिमट के आती है वो! मेरे हर मौसम को,  ख़ूबसूरत बनाती है वो!!

Amidst the layers of smile, I hide my pain, He pats the surface, Thinking all is well. The sore look in my eyes, Never bothers him a bit, My eyes not only speak, They scream, they yell. It rained last summer, His skin felt so, Lying on his shoulder, When all my tears fell. Sinking in the non-existent, I don't know how, If ever I have to write, How the word 'life' would spell.

Window dressing, coming from commerce background you have access to all these fancy words. Often I ask Rohan about the fancy words techies have access to. He says, they have access to almost everything. True, very true, I say, however that comes with sympathy for all the other professions including my own. To tell you, I have done my MBA (Finance). Rohan, my husband, is a Software Engineer with MBA from a top B-School. We were neighbors and I married him when I was 6. Wondering, we were playing with my doll house and he said a boy and girl can sleep together only when they are married. And the next thing I did was to propose him, officially. I saw that on TV last evening. I went down on my knees in my purple frock with white ribbons. He said YES and we got permission to sleep together. But we did that after 20 years. It’s a long time to open up. Well, these 20 years is my story. Story of growth as a person and of course as a wife. Chapter 1 Day 2 of my marriage I am u...

I fold those pages of my book, Where the ink is lighter. I wept on those words, There...I evolved as a writer. Those who flipped the pages, Left fingerprints in there. Those who read between lines, Showed their care. I danced on the cacophony, Thinking it might ease off the pain. I smiled, when they mistook, My tears as rain. But each one told me a truth, A truth that I bookmark. Always look into the light, When the life is dark. Image Source - Here

कल शाम मेरे आँगन से तेरे नाम की ख़ुशबू आई, सही न जाए अब तो एक पल भी जुदाई ! वो काफ़िर है जो लब से उल्फ़त को करे बयाँ, ये नियामत तो मेरे हर अंग में है समाई!  सही न जाए अब तो एक पल भी जुदाई... शुरू होती है फलक से, फ़ना बस एक झलक में,  ख़ुदा भी न जाने कब उसने ये इबादत बनाई ! सही न जाए अब तो एक पल भी जुदाई... तसल्ली दे के दिल को, बहुत दिन काटे है मैंने, आओ अब कि कदमों की आहट से घूंज उठे शेहनाई! सही न जाए अब तो एक पल भी जुदाई! ~सरू सिंघल~

Today was a beautiful day, I thought so. It passed by smoothly, Without anything special though. I had a smile, I had a laugh, I wish I could have that from my heart. My happiness faded, hugging all dry, And my hopes could only cry. I had these thoughts, Every morning, every night. But one thing I missed to realize. Without your words, Without your smile, How could I have lived my life? *This is an unedited poem I wrote in my teens.

Ten years ago... I rubbed the ashes on my chest, Life changed that day. Leaving the grave of my belongings, I walked far far away ... Red, white, black, green, Colors of celebrations affray. Streets screamed in blood red, So I walked far far away ... Broken twigs of that tree, My son asked me everyday. Why didn’t I bring the tree along? When I walked far far away ... A helpless name, A lamented photo, A lot to face everyday. Like a common man, I walked far far away ... In 2002,   Godhra riots    brought the ugly  side  of our society. The photo above clicked during the riots by Arko Datta became the face of that tragedy. Qutubuddin Ansari, the man in the photo suffered a lot as people mocked him (However,  www.gujaratriots.com  claims that the photo is fake). In search of a normal life, he left Gujarat. This poem is an attempt to canvas his reasons and ...