tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208183732024-02-08T03:21:14.670-08:00AtmaVivechan IIIReflections !A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-47679110692475989462010-09-08T09:00:00.000-07:002010-09-08T09:00:12.509-07:00मैं झूठी हूँमन में कसक सी है<br />
किसी कोने में एक हूक उठती है और <br />
गले में फांस बनकर चुभती रहती है<br />
पीड़ा से आँख भर आती है<br />
माँ पूछती है कि ठीक हो<br />
गला रुंध आता है <br />
हंस कर कहती हूँ<br />
हाँ सब बढ़िया है<br />
नई जगह है ना <br />
सुबह आँखें चुराती हूँ सबसे<br />
तकिये को उल्टा करके उठती हूँ<br />
ताकि भीगा मन नीचे छुप जाये<br />
झूठी हंसी होठों पर चिपका कर रख पाना मुश्किल है<br />
फिसल कर कब गिर जाती है<br />
पता नहीं चलता<br />
नम आँखों से फिर से बोलना<br />
सब ठीक है<br />
सब ठीक ही तो है<br />
सिवाय इस के<br />
कि मैं झूठी हूँ.A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-31258480919593276172008-12-29T10:22:00.000-08:002008-12-29T10:23:27.655-08:00DreamsJoys abound<br />My heart still misses a beat<br />Cheeks burn still<br />And I smile unknowingly<br />When I talk about you<br />Four years and four months<br />A long journey<br />Spent lovelorn mostly<br />Without you<br />I wish the time to fly away<br />With you<br />I count the tranquil hours <br />That would be gone soon<br />Days of solitary existence<br />And the desire of conjugal bliss<br />One place where we meet often<br />Is in our dreams.A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-88043181382680558042008-05-27T10:35:00.000-07:002008-05-27T10:37:33.133-07:00HopeI look at your face<br />And know exactly how it feels<br />To run my fingers through your hair<br />To touch your lips, eyebrows and <br />To gently caress your temple<br />I look into your eyes<br />And know that gleam<br />I can see through your soul<br />Know what’s on your mind<br />I run a finger over your image<br />And my heart skips a beat<br />I don’t know if it will be real someday<br />I only know that it destroys a part of me<br />Every time I look at you.A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-81567663512099915072007-12-13T08:15:00.000-08:002007-12-13T08:16:11.704-08:00PerhapsI cry silently<br />Not to wake the night<br />Your indifference<br />All these years<br />Has left me bare<br />I have fallen apart<br />There is nothing left<br />To hold me together<br />Not even you……<br />I want you to long for me<br />As I long for you<br />And hence I am going away<br />To some place unknown<br />Carrying this hope with me<br />That you will return to me one day….A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-68669133569808470182007-12-10T06:57:00.000-08:002007-12-10T06:58:05.125-08:00IncompleteThe rhythm has lost its beat<br />Music its melody<br />And <br />Life its meaning<br />Colors have faded away<br />Senses are numb<br />The wait seems eternal<br />And<br />The yearning insatiableA Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-50323014303061511072007-11-11T09:24:00.000-08:002007-11-11T09:27:28.967-08:00To my husbandI remember you all right<br />When the days are empty<br />When I hear the sound of music<br />When I tuck in my blanket at night<br />I remember you all right<br />When the loneliness frightens me<br />I have nothing else to think of<br />When the living gets tough<br />When any laughter reminds me of good times spent together<br />When the joys in life<br />Seem too little<br />And your existence means a lot<br />I miss you with all that I have<br />Bare hands, forlorn eyes, insatiable longing<br />I would forsake anything<br />To just buy a moment with you<br />To just tell you<br />How much I love you<br />How much I am incomplete without you<br />How much you mean to meA Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-88944895878258905032007-10-28T10:22:00.001-07:002007-10-28T10:22:43.150-07:00Missing YouLips quiver<br />Eyes moisten<br />Hands clasped together<br />Heartaches<br />Lost smile<br />Foregone world<br />Muddled emotions<br />Missing you<br />While being with you.A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-80453291955784851482007-10-26T06:17:00.001-07:002007-10-26T06:17:52.160-07:00Silent conversationsSilent conversations<br />Across a distance<br />The look in your eyes tells me all<br />That I ever wanted to knowA Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-66594811866457641622007-10-25T03:16:00.000-07:002007-10-25T03:18:24.720-07:00रिक्तएक कडी टूटी सी<br />अस्थिर स्पन्दन<br />स्थिर समय<br />अतृप्त मन का कोना<br />रिक्त सा जीवनA Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-74081022089320940462007-10-22T22:42:00.000-07:002007-10-22T22:46:15.023-07:00Dreams & Death<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><b style=""><i style=""><span style=""><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">I<span style=""> </span>dream<span style=""> </span>a<span style=""> </span>thousand<span style=""> </span>dreams<span style=""> </span>,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">and<span style=""> </span>I<span style=""> </span>die<span style=""> </span>a<span style=""> </span>thousand<span style=""> </span>deaths<span style=""> </span>,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Everyday !<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">The<span style=""> </span>hallucinations , the<span style=""> </span>mirage<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">helps<span style=""> </span>me<span style=""> </span>to<span style=""> </span>live<span style=""> </span>for<span style=""> </span>a<span style=""> </span>day<span style=""> </span>more<span style=""> </span>,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Sooner<span style=""> </span>the<span style=""> </span>dusk<span style=""> </span>shall<span style=""> </span>come . . . . . . . .<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">I<span style=""> </span>begin<span style=""> </span>to<span style=""> </span>dwell<span style=""> </span>among<span style=""> </span>the<span style=""> </span>memory<span style=""> </span>lane .<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">This<span style=""> </span>maze<span style=""> </span>of<span style=""> </span>remorse , regret<span style=""> </span>and<span style=""> </span>pain<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Enchants<span style=""> </span>me<span style=""> </span>,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Lures<span style=""> </span>me<span style=""> </span>and<span style=""> </span>traps<span style=""> </span>me<span style=""> </span>brutally .<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">I<span style=""> </span>emerge<span style=""> </span>out<span style=""> </span>of<span style=""> </span>it ,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">Dejection<span style=""> </span>written<span style=""> </span>across<span style=""> </span>my<span style=""> </span>countenance<span style=""> </span>.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">I<span style=""> </span>come<span style=""> </span>out<span style=""> </span>once<span style=""> </span>more<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">And<span style=""> </span>once<span style=""> </span>more<span style=""> </span>I<span style=""> </span>dream ,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">To<span style=""> </span>DIE<span style=""> </span>ONE<span style=""> </span>MORE<span style=""> </span>DEATH<span style=""> </span>! ! ! ! !<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <div style="text-align: left;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style="">6/9/2001<span style=""> </span>(3:00 pm)</i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-28283821731162846992007-10-22T05:48:00.000-07:002007-10-22T05:54:30.003-07:00YOU<p class="MsoNormal">Your smell still lingers….</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Over my lips</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The subtle caresses </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Over my body</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The warmth of your embrace</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The reassuring touch of your hands</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Continues to intoxicate</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The more I have of you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The more of you I crave.........</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p>A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-1141700796581526362006-03-06T19:03:00.000-08:002006-03-06T19:06:36.596-08:00शेष.....तुम्हारे जाने के बाद<br />रह गया<br />ऐक सूना मन<br />दो बूंद आँसू<br />तीन खत<br />और<br />चारदीवारीA Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-5595516150366712562006-03-06T14:37:00.001-08:002007-10-22T06:07:18.173-07:00I miss.....That soothing Voice<br />that would calm down my agitated nerves<br />That reassuring touch<br />that would tell me how secure I was<br />That loving look<br />that told me I was being incessantly loved<br />That existence<br />For which I could defy all known reasoning<br />That time spent in togetherness<br />for which even a lifetime was too less a span.....A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-1140596778356268072006-02-21T23:44:00.000-08:002006-02-22T00:26:18.380-08:00If Only...<p class="MsoNormal">I would fly, soar across the skies<br />Over the mountains, deep vast oceans<br />Migrate to distant lands, across rivers and sands<br />If only my wings weren't clipped.<br /><br />I would run after butterflies in the morning sun<br />Pausing at each little distraction: flowers, ant hills<br />And a nonchalant snail crawling by<br />If only I had the time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I would dance with the rhythm of rain<br />Trying to collect it in the palm of my hands<br />Muddle my clothes in the rain water puddle<br />If only I had the enthusiasm</p>A Girl from Timbuktuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597619712361540147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20818373.post-1137066921591167402006-01-12T03:45:00.000-08:002010-05-11T06:03:36.747-07:00First post for my mom!This is my first post , and this one is for my mother who brought me into this world. I wrote a poem for her, while returning from home. This was the first time after my marriage, I had visited home. I hadn't been home in 12 months, and it was the longest period I had stayed away from the unconditional love that parents shower unto you.<br />
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11/12/2005<br />
14:00 hrs.<br />
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I have asked you not to cry<br />
As you wave me goodbye.<br />
Yet you falter and your voice wavers<br />
When you ask me if there is something else I need<br />
<br />
I need you mother, I need you to be happy<br />
I need you to know that I can take care of myself<br />
Yet I do not have the will or strength<br />
To detach myself from your warm embrace<br />
I have to leave you mother because<br />
I am torn apart between the two lives<br />
One that of a daughter, and the other of a wife.<br />
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Warm Tears trickle down my face<br />
My heart aches for you<br />
Creases on your face reflect the worries you have faced<br />
ensuring our comfort<br />
Age has put a toll on your limbs<br />
Many a times I have woken up at night hearing you groan in pain<br />
And yet you pretend to be alright.<br />
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I just wish that I could endure all this for you<br />
I just wish that I could be your mother for once!<br />
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