The Bridge

I watch from one side

You, rising above the rest

I smile... for you.

I watch you move ahead

Move on, from me

From the us that was.

I see you going far, away

From sight, my life

Alone now...

I stay on this side

Unmoving, unsure

What’s yonder?

Mixed Bag of more Triveni

Khamoshi ki goonj kitni tez hoti hai,
Andar ke khauf sab bahar aa jate hain...
Kharraten kahan bure hote hain

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Hum unse kya gila karen,
Jab apni himmat ne jawab de diya...
Shishe ke tukdon mein ab aks bhi nahi jhalakta

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Hum chalte rahe apne anjaan safar par,
Hath mein hath muqaddar ke...
Kya karen jo kabhi street light kharab ho jaye

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Har roz zindagi kuch yun guzar jati hai,
Jaise rail ki raftar mein ped...
Bas chand lamhe churakar foto me kaid kar rakhen hain

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Andhere mein bhi ek amulya sa akelapan hai,
Jahan man ki baaton se roshni chamakti hai...
Kahin hum yahan khoj mein bhatakte na reh jayein

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Man ke khayalon ke khazane se,
Kai jazbaat alfazon mein dhal gaye...
To kya hua agar unhe bas dosti ka naam de diya

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Dil ke wo nishaan jo aankhon mein jhalakte hain,
Laal syahi se humne shabdon mein dhaal diya...
Hawa se udkar rakh bhi firse jal jaati jai

the death of romance

Ye santaap kaisa hai,

Jo barson baad bhi chubh jata hai...

Humein badgumaan tha ki dhaage pakke hain

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Shayari bhi ik rahasya si kaid hai,

Sundar alfaaz aur meethi bhasha mein...

Ya kaale jasbaat aur jhoothe sach mein

More triveni

Bas kaam mein dhut ho gaye aise,
Hamari pyaas tak adhuri reh gayi...
Aur kab bujh gayi pata bhi nahi chala

Inspired by Gulzar's Triveni

Triveni is a form of Hindi/Urdu poetry initiated by the poet Gulzar. Unlike sher, a triveni consists of three misras. The first two are complete in themselves, but the addition of the third misra gives a new dimension all together

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Wo gam kaisa jo geela na ho,

Jaise dard ki koi purani zubaan...

Kya bura hai jo aasman rota hai

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Socha to tha ki usse dafna dia,
Par bhooton ka dera dhala nahi...
Kabr mein phoolon ki mehek abhi taazi hai

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Hum apni oonchaion se dekhte hi rahe,
Aur hawa jaise kisiko dhoond kar guzar gayi...
Lalaten ki dhoop bhi ab bujh rahi hai

On Hoarding

Insignificant memorabilia-
Immortal chains,
To the vast abyss of memory.
Pulling down deeper,
Faster and tighter-
Into that useless waste, of time.
Forever reminders,
Post dated to infinity,
Clinging on- to the past, and to future hope.
Selfish, materialistic,
Worldly, possessive,
And always one to lose.


© Dipti Agarwal
06/05/2009

Farewells

One last look behind the clouds,

One last dance in your arms,

One last kiss stolen from the makers of fate,

One love chanced with no expiry date.

 

One last night of togetherness,

One last sigh of passing,

One chance taken and survived,

One dream lived and fulfilled.

 

One last walk within your walls,

One last touch of madness befalls,

One and two years frozen in time,

Infinite memories, friends- all mine.

 

The last goodbye, the last farewell,

And wishing it never ends,

The last journey on the road,

A moist witness as the chapter folds.

  

© Dipti Agarwal

05/04/2009

* Note: Dedicated to my beloved alma mater- MICA