Morning

The Earth had slowly moved,

Days somewhere,

Nights elsewhere,

Commotion someplace,

Serenity everywhere else,

Sunlight slowly grazed upon the motionless earth,

Moonlight over the back,

The golden light had fell over her heavenly eyes,

Just like a spotlight over a dark stage,

She glowed like the brightest star,

The ones that could shine through galaxies and time and space,

She opened her eyes,

Good Morning I had said,

A smile had just adorned her face,

Like the ones they write about in novels great,

The ones that are satisfying in their very own ways,

Those that give you the reason to believe that you have everything in the world,

And why wouldn’t it,

She is the star my universe had ever needed,

My end and my beginning……

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The Perfect Dish

How do you know this the perfect relationship?
The young asked the elder while they prepared the dinner.
This needs some more pepper,
The elder said as she tasted the soup,
Will you be a doll and pass me some? She had politely asked her,
You see dear,
Relationships are like cooking,
There  might be days you create something awful,
Or days when you feel like there’s nothing in the world quite like this,
Sometimes you might feel something is missing in your preparation,
Or you may feel that you overdid it,
But you see dear,
Every dish you make,
Every new recipe you try,
There would come a day,
You’ll find the best balance between all the ingredients in your dish,
Maybe it is too spicy for someone else’s liking,
Or too blant for some other,
But remember it is perfect for you,
The one that races your heart on fire,
The best drug of all time,
And calms the storms inside you,
Brings you home,
Makes you smile at the smallest of all things,
All at once,
Remember dear whenever this happens,
Its perfect for you,
But as all masterpieces take time and trust and respect and energy to build,
A dish requires the same,
We all are artists in some way or the other,
She smiled as she poured the soup in bowls,
Take this one to your grandfather,
She said,
He likes it hot,
She had smirked…..

पैमाना

कुछ इस क़दर गये थे तुम,

आज भी उन सिलवटों को काग़ज़ पर उतारने कि कोशिश कर रहा हूँ,

ना जाने कैसा ख़ुमार था कशिश में तुम्हारी,

मैं आज भी अपना पैमाना ढूंढ रहा हूँ…….

She fell from the stars….

She fell from the stars,

Right into his life,

Who says miracles dont happen,

An angel loved a man,

For what he was,

And he loved her,

The imperfectly perfect she,

Do forms matter,

Do souls seek each other by physical,

Or is the energy that attracts,

He had always asked,

That day he got answers,

She fell from the stars,

And stayed forever…..

Yesterday I Saw Her…….

Yesterday I saw her, 
Drenched in the morning drizzle, 
Yesterday I saw her, 
She was thinking, 
Not looking,
Just walking, 
Yesterday I saw her, 
As the tarmac stick to her shoes, 
The shirt that was a bit loose, 
Yesterday I saw her, 
And she walked as the skies turned greyer, 
The clouds growled louder and laid their chest open bare, 
Yesterday I saw her, 
She needed no one, 
Or maybe it was the with her, 
She sailed through the freefall, 
Of the thousand microneers, 
Yesterday I saw her, 
And saw her near, 
The winds had guided our little vessel, 
Onto the lands of the sun, 
The moon and beyond, 
Yesterday I saw her, 
As she walked away, 
Slowly diminishing in the growling rain, 
I sailed a boat in her direction, 
Hoped that it might reach her, 
Boats of paper seldom reach, 
The oceans wide and blue, 
But who could take that from me, 
Yesterday I saw her…….