Maajhi ne diya dono ko haath,
Aur ek chadhi naav par
Doosre ne kiya inkaar
Namak gira uske ghaav par. . .

Baitthi rahi kinaare par,
Muh kholkar madad na maanga
Uski haqdaar nah thi woh,
Na thi woh paavan ganga. . .

Mukaam jo chala jaaye, woh lautt ta nahi
Maajhi naav sang chala gaya. . .
Kharonche the uspar, nazuk thi
Kuch door insaan woh bhala gaya

Bane mitti ke toh kaahe ko
Lohe ke kawaj se ise mal,
Ye tera naav nahi pyaare,
Na kar khud hi se yeh chhal. . .

Langdaate hue chadhi kinaare par,
Aur dekha udhar se nazariya. . .
Woh us naav par khush thi
Aur sang tha US ka saawariya. . .

Mooh modkar aage badhi,
Par kuch chhoot gaya tha. . .
Aur phir ek baar us se
Uska kismat rooth gaya tha. . .

Vidhaata ke har kasauti par khari utari,
Par ab bhi baaki thi uski pareeksha. . .
Naak ragad ragad ke chalna tha. . .
Anant thi uski prateeksha. . .

Keechad mein bhale khile kamal,
Par keechad uska haqdaar nahi. . .
Bhale ho yeh uska manpasand phool,
Par yeh uska bahaar nahi. . .

Is pagli ka koi jawaab nahi. . .
Baar baar khaati wahi thhokar,
Woh nahi tha uska naav,
Bas guzra, uske rooh se hokar. . .

Bolo parwaane ko ki woh shama se door rahe. . .
Par woh pagla kisi ki kahaan sune. . .
Khud apne pankh jalaakar,
Woh apne dukhon ko bune

Kehte hai daane daane par likha hai
Khaane waale ka naam,
Par yadi daana apna na ho,
To kya koshish karke hon badnaam?

Kisi ka chiraag bujhaakar,
Nahi jalaate khud ka chulhaa
Par agar kisi se bujhe kutiya mein
Hum lagaade ek chhota sa jhula?

Ghode par toh baithke nikal diye,
Par nahi lagaaya us par lagaam
Kisi ne yaad dilaaya tha, phir bhi. . .
Aur diya tha ek pehgaam. . .

Katra katra milkar saagar banaaye,
Toh kyun nahi use pehle hi roka?
Agar saagar na banta toh kar paata kya
Uska kaam ek hawa ka jhonka?

Log pair par kulhaadi maarte hain,
Hum ne toh kulhaadi par pair maari. . .
Karna chaaha tha kuch aur
Aur lut gayi khushiyaan humaari. . .

Jab agan bhujaane ko paani naseeb na hui,
Aur naahi mili thez pawan
To is bewakoof ne madira daala,
Aur agan ka banaa diya hawan. . .

Aur is agan mein jalte hain til til. . .
Majboor hain, karna kya hai. . .
Agar yahi jeena hai doston,
Toh phir marna kya hai?

Karwatte badalte rahe raat pe raat,
Jabte rahe bin anh jal ke maala,
Aur samajh paaye ek roz. . .
Ki kismat par laga tha taala

Ki tei tha us ka banwaas. . .
Tumse aur na battiyaayein. . .
Bas kuch hi thi bhaagyashaali,
Aadi jandh khusi hi paaye. . .

The bell rang. . .when she least expected to hear it. . .her heart beat faster than ever. . .she tried to calm down. . .'ok, how about I pretend I never heard the bell? Maybe he'll go away. . .yeah, that could work. . .' But a few seconds later, she heard a second knock. . .this time stronger, and then repeated knocks. It drove her mad. . .she knew and yet was quite unsure of who was unsure of who it was. . .only if she opened the door would she be able to say so for sure. . .


She asked herself, what it was that scared her. . .was it the fact that he was knocking at her door? No, not that. . .he had knocked before. . .but on those few occasions, she did not particularly attend to him. . .she didn't regret that, circumstances were different. . .as they are different yet again. . .she could no longer hold him back. . .so finally, she opened the door. . .he stood right in front of her. . .right there. . .


She looked into his eyes. . .or atleast tried. . .her vision was blurring. . .tears in her eyes. . .tears for two reasons. One, she was happy to see he was fine, despite her, despite what she had done and not done. . .and secondly because she had finally opened the door. . .he was in front of her. . .he was in front of her. . .he was in front of her. . .voices screaming in her heads. . .she could no longer handle it, she burst into tears. . .she knew not for how long but she cried. . .and cried. . .he was here. . .and she had to play host. . .and endure unbearable torture. . .as that was all she could do. . .her Lancelot. . .was going to stay. . .for long. . .

Naazuk haathon se khola jharoka,
Aur laga thandi hawa ka ek halka jhonka,
Aaj bhi wahi baat use khata,
Khair, kya hoga, kise pata

Gham ka mukkhota tha uski hasi,
Bewakuf lekin samjhe, hasi toh phasi
Mann bola, is raaz ko na bata,
Khair, kya hoga, kise pata

Sheesha haath se jaaye chhoot,
Ek pal mein ho sakta hai toot
Par nahi chhodi ummeed ki lata,
Khair, kya hoga, kise pata

Uska tha na isme koi kasoor,
Kisi ke haalaat par thi woh majboor
Jataakar bhi na jata,
Khair, kya hoga, kise pata

Duniya ne use saraakhaa,
Par shaayad sahi na parkha
Ek hi tha uska ata pata,
Khair, kya hoga, kise pata

Earrings, shoes, socks,
Ears, hands, and eyes
I comprehend and feel, the same,
Not merely once, not just twice

Literature and history repeat,
One witnesses this a lot,
She's not a myth, she exists,
The Lady of Shalot

Most have a story,
An epic or atleast a novella
Most are one or the other,
Either hapless Pip or Estella

So personal, so intoxicating,
To others merely gossip juicy,
Only you know the kick,
Of having your Lucy

Is this also my destiny, my fate,
Dried flowers, weathered stones
That my heart too, alas
Be interred with my bones. . .

The Pink lady they call her. . .

She waits there by the corner,
Waiting for someone to adorn her. . .
A hand to pick her,
A tongue to lick her. . .

The touch of a hand, she waits,
Uses her body, she baits. . .
Sit elegantly, unmoving,
While they watch her, all drooling

One can see, she's labelled often. . .
Sum unlabel her, sum jus won't
Most get a taste of her. . .
Many like her, very few don't

Many a time, they don't realize,
They leave behind seeds. . .
Sum are discarded young,
While others grow into mere weeds

Very few escape the web,
The misfortune, the deceit. . .
But the Pink Lady, they love her,
Subtle, sweet, discreet. . .

Five in tens' place, none in ones',
Most were daughters, sum were sons
Sum made me feel triumphant,
Sum were 'hills like white elephants'

'Turning and turning in the widening gyre',
And set to flame the funeral pyre
A few here n there like flow charts,
N others 'could twist the sinews of thy heart'

Many a joy and many a shock,
'Had placed that bell on the inchcape rock'
Here and there a gossomy shroud,
'I wandered lonely as a cloud'

Some might say that she had,
'A heart---how shall I say---too soon made glad'
And thereby rest among a jolly lot,
'The Lady of Shalot'

Walked along, felt understood,
While 'two roads diverged in a wood'
Held some back, although we met. . .
'Because I could not stop for Death'


Lasted dis long :) n 2 these great minds, thank you :) :) :)