Friday, November 27, 2009

Eternal Springs



I thought I had known the questions
I thought I had all the answers,
But it overwhelms me now
The more I learn, the lesser I know…

I keep wanting to fall back
On the old ways of the familiar and known,
But life moves away from all this
And there’s no room for the luxury of comfort…

Fraught with worry, despairing the change
But, there’s no respite,
I just have to keep fighting on…
Living on…
Dreaming on…
And maybe, someday
I’ll have it.


© Dipti Agarwal
27/11/2009


ps: this picture just somehow fits the poem (in my eyes). Also reminds me of home :)

Friday, November 20, 2009

To Mr.149

despite everything... i don't understand why you still exist in me. in my zehen. in my pith........

and this song seems so right... right now. i read somewere "love is friendship set to music"... how true :)

Tu Jaane Na- Ajab Prem Ki Gazab Kahani

Khayalon mein lakhon batein
Yunhi keh gaya, Bola kuch na tere samne
huye na begane bhi tum hoke Aur ke
Dekho tum na mere hi bane
Afsos hota hai
Dil bhi yeh rota hai
Sapne sanjota hai
Pagla hua soche yeh

hum the mile
Tum se na jane kyun
Milon ki hai fasle
Tumse hai jaane kyun
Anjane hain silsile
Tum se na jaane kyun
Sapne hai palkon tale
Tum se na jaane kyun....

kaise bataein kyun tujhko chahein
yara bata na payein
batein jo dil ki dekho zuban ki ankhen unhe samjhayein
tu jaane naa..... ... . . . . . ... .

mil ke bhi hum na mile, tumse na jaane kyun

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Just One Drag



The puff of a dream
And I smoke on
Igniting the fire,
But vanishing in the air...
After a while
The filter starts to burn
I singe my fingers,
And only the ashes remain...
To be swept away unknown

© Dipti Agarwal
05/11/2009



Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Wind Chaser

Photo Source: 1x


In the speed of life,
The colours get blurred.
Some time stays in the past,
Some people move on.
Years hide behind smokescreens,
Lovely moments are etched vividly still.
We keep on looking,
For that elusive wind.
And we tried to hold on tight,
To dreams and rosy illusions.
Yet left we are with some sleep,
Tin soldiers, hopes & poems.

© Dipti Agarwal
11/11/09