Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 4 May 2015

Unkahe Alfaaz

Sab baaton ka pata hona zaroori to nahi.....

Sab raaz ka jikra karna zaroori to nahi....

Dil aur dil saath rahe zaroori to nahi....

Bas wo ek dusre ke liye dhadke zaroori to nahi....

Boond ban kr aankho se chalak rahe zazbaat mere....

Koi inhe samjhe zaroori to nahi.....

Khwahish sirf thodi si mohbbat ki thi....

Har khwahish ho puri zaroori to nahi....

Arzoo meri ab meri na rahi.....

Saaath rahegi wo tere...mera hona zaroori to nahi...

Chod Kar zamana chaha hai tujhe.....

Is buniyaad par Tujhe wo mera bana de zaroori to nahi....

Saari raat yu hi beeti yaado me tere....

Teri baato me mera hona zzaroori to nahi....

Shayad ...

Chaha tha sirf mene hi tujhe....


Tera mujhe meri tarah chahna zaroori to nahi......


~Aarzoo. . . . . 

Sunday, 3 May 2015

THE ONE

She Was Told By Him;
"You look Beautiful"...

But Little Did He Know;
She Was "Cold" Too...

For, Her Fiery Savage Fire;...

Was Tight-Lipped Only For,
"The_One"
 
~Aarzoo !

Saturday, 2 May 2015

4 AM Me

In the end,
We all are Haunted,
Somewhere in our hearts,
Of died wishes,
And fistful memories,
With a longing,
To live again,...



The moments of past.
And nothing can break,
The wizardry spell,
Not even a wishful heart....


~ Aarzoo. . . .

Wo Pehli Baar...

"And Then All Her Cynical Doubts Faded In The Scene;
When Their Eyes met, She Felt Something Within......

Something That Was So Surreal;
Something That Made Her Fall For Him...

When Their Eyes Met;
She Was Mesmerized.
For All The Charms,
She Had Seen.

They Were Dark & Honest & Deep;
As If A Miraculous Cloister Of Dreams...

The Loyalty, The Trust, The Honesty, The Pride;
She Could Feel All his Powers Uprise...

In His Eyes...
She Saw His Soul...
An Indomitable Serene Spirit...
Which Shall Never Fall ....

~ *Serene_K* "
(My Thoughts Unveiled)



My emotions flew with wings of his memories in sky of beautiful past. This was exactly how I felt when had seen him and his eyes. I still giggle and thank god for all his grace he has showered on me in his name.

Wishes

She So Wished,
She Were His Guitar;
All The Time;
Close To His Heart.!
Where She Could Trace;...

All The Chords Of His Life.
Listening To All His Thoughts;
That Eventually Turned,
Into His Poetry.
Where He Could Sing,
Out Loud All His,
Hidden Desires & Deep Sorrows.
Where They Could Sit Silently;
And Share The Silence,
Comfortably
For Hours, Hours & Hours....

For,
His Words Were Symphony;
Music That Synced Her Heart.

And She Knew,
Nothing Over Her Life-time;
Could Supersede;
His Charm !


~ Aarzoo

"Ashes"

And,
She shall leave quietly someday,
With no words said..
She shall just mate with soil;
And when her soul leaves her body;...

His name shall ECHO all over her grave !



A little too much;
A little too less;
But never ENOUGH !



The dirt shall smoother her body;
And where there shall be nothing left but her bones...


The Spell Of His Name Shall Glow;
In The Deepest Crimson Of Her Dry Blood !!



And Then He Shall Be There;
Standing Helpless !



Remembering All Those Moments Of Love & Care ...
Which She Showered On Him..
SELFLESSLY...
But He Ignored !



And Then He Shall Cry Over..
For All The Harshness & Coldness ..
The Way He Treated Her..
And The Way He Threw Her Away From Him...

He Shall REALIZE Then;
How Deeply She Loved Him !

The Same Love;
For Which He Craved For All His Life !

But..........
He Builded Barriers !
To Protect Himself;
From All The Hurt He'd Seen !

He Shall Realize;
That All Those Times,


He Was So Focused On The Pain,
Of This Cruel World,
& Little Did He Realized;
That His Barriers Locked Out Love too !



And Then It Shall Be Quite Too Late For All His Apologies. . ..
And they stayed the same forever....

""Unsaid & Unheard"" !

~ Aarzoo

Friday, 26 December 2014

Realizing Reality

 
I Am Probably Not What You See;

I Am Probably Not What You Think;

I May Be Kind At Times;

At Times My World Turns,

Upside Down.

You Never Know,

When'll You See,

The New Version Of ME

 

I Am A Free Soul;

Out Far From Reach,

Of Your Imagination.

My Dreams May Be Hard To Achieve,

But They Arent Unrealistic As Cindrella's

 

In No Jewell To Get My Prince;

Because I know,

I Shall Be Ruling My World.

 

I Am Probably Not What You See,

I Am Probably Not What You Think.

You Never Know,

When'll You See,

The New Version Of ME..

 

In Persuasion Of Dreams,

Miles I have Walked,

Alone,

Withered,

Torn,

In Solitude.

 

Still I Have Miles To Go,

And There Is No Turning Back.

Not At All.

 

So Many Questions,

Unanswered.....

And I Am Living With Them,

From Ages.

 

Ages Later,

I Will Be There.

Where I Ought To Be..

 

The Sun Of My Future;

Shall Shine Bright Too;

Dazzling My Very Own,

Knackered Eyes.

Leaving This Cruel World,

Bewildered.

 

The Tangles Of Love & Relationships,

Do Not Allure My Withered Soul,

 Anymore.

Perhaps Because I Know,

Where I Ought To Be. ...

 

 

~ Arzu...