we were meant to be together

The Best of Me

2020-08-24T22:24:00.001-07:00

Thinking what is special to me,

I passed deliberately

through the lanes of my momentous memories

the good, the bad and the ugly!

I found a Pandora's box:

-the learning life lessons

-the legacy of literature and music from Papa

-the warmth of the cozy cuddles of Ma,

-the irritable sibling fights, yet closeness with a big bro,

-the fun time with my chuddy-buddies,

-the solace under the stars,

with the love of my life,

-the travel bug that keeps me biting,

-the books and poems and

-love for the written word

-the nostalgia of the past

-the eagerness for the future,

-my indomitable will ,

-the love for freedom,

-the zest for life itself.

All these and more

make me me and

I'm nothing more,

nothing less-

just a simple little woman who

just gives the best of me!

Ghadi

2017-12-26T04:28:00.000-08:00

मेरी तस्वीर नहीं तेरी आँखों में शायद ,

पर कुछ यादें तो ज़रूर रह जाएँगी |

याद रहे न रहे तुझे हम लेकिन

तेरी कशिश हमें रुलायेगी |

आगे ज़िन्दगी बहुत पड़ी है,

मेरी भी और तुम्हारी भी |

कभी तो मिलोगे किसी मोड़ पर तुम

कहानी और ख़ास बन जाएगी |

वक़्त का क्या है,

पलटे कहीं भी ,

वो भी तुम्हारे जैसा है

कभी तो वक़्त हमारा होगा

और घड़ी रुक जाएगी |

My sword

2016-09-24T11:28:00.001-07:00

The Night has dawned
The Day has set
I hear your buzzing voice
In the drumming of crickets.
The moody moon like an imposter,
Playing hide and seek
With the clouds;
Is yelling your name
In my ears.
I bring out
a moment from
the faint frail memory
And I give it a name-
My sword, my knight.

The trees darkened
by the shadows speak
nothing but a strange
the fight -within and without me.
Let me walk
on the cutting edge
of the sword
and see-
Is the knight
an armour
or I need an armour against him!!

Destiny

2016-07-04T15:51:00.002-07:00

It’s either a dark devil of deadly deception.

Or it’s the white angel of withering warmth.

But it’s my destiny to love you and accept you

For your angels and demons all.

Sleepless night

2016-07-04T15:51:00.000-07:00

Why did you do this?

I'm sure I find no reason

Other than the decrepit descent of your thoughts..

Or was it love presenting a new welcome

On the carcass of my soul?

Whatever it was-it hurts-

The pain boils

The eyes swollen

The mind unrest

And there you probably sleep in her arms

While I loom at our lost future and the sleeping innocent kids!

A story of lies!

2016-05-27T10:37:00.000-07:00

You say something else
but the half burnt
cigarette butts,
the half filled beer glasses,
the finished vodka bottle
tell a different story!!

You say something else
but your eyes that
dont meet
me in the eye
the cold hand that holds
my fingers with no warmth
tell a different story!!

You say something else
but the hidden carcasses
of deeply secured love
come out alive and walk dead
They tell a different story..

The story of a fresh start
somewhere else.
The story of long
forgotten promises
The story of a beginning
of a new story
of someone's win
and my loss!!
A story of lies
strewn across
my floor!!

Denmark here I come!

2016-05-18T22:57:00.000-07:00

Denmark here I come

With a cool sea breeze on my face,

Like the touch of a soft loving hand .

green pastures around,

apple and cherry trees

with blossoms so beautiful

The carefree cheerful faces

Of people all around

The Danish boys and girls

Full of vivacious laughter

The ocean on the sides

The beautiful curvy rides

Denmark here I go

With memories in my heart

Of feelings just the same

The loving warmth of all

I know for sure now

That world is just a name

It’s one big family

Where all feel alike

All feel the same happiness

All feel the pain

All desire love

All desire care

So Demark I promise to you

That one day I’ll be back

With probably an old face

But the same feeling of love

The gift from all of you

Is this love?

2016-04-27T13:23:00.002-07:00

The imaginary first kiss
like the cool
breeze on the beach,
weaving my wavy hair
into your hands
that cup my face.
Is this love?

The loving warmth
of your touch,
the love-lorn look
in your dark dreamy eyes,
give away the secret
that you cant keep.
Is this love?

The night drains
us both into
the dreams of
intimate togetherness,
the painting of our new life
-a masterpiece!!

Is this love?
Is this love?

Aadhe -adhure

2016-04-26T12:41:00.004-07:00

कुछ रात है
आधी आधी
कुछ बातें मेरी
आधी-अधूरी सी

चाँद भी निकला है
तफरी पर
अपने घर से
मिलने शायद
अपनी किसी और
चांदनी को

फिर मेरा चाँद मुझसे यूँ दूर क्यों  है ?
फिर मेरा दिल यूँ मजबूर क्यों  है?

फिर होगी सुबह
जब चढ़ेगा सूरज
तब चाँद आएगा
लौट के अपने घर को
खोलूंगी दरवाज़ा फिर
उसकी ही दस्तक पर
फिर होगी मेरी रात पूरी
फिर होगी पूरी  मेरी सुबह भी
रात और दिन का कोई ठिकाना न होगा !
चाँद के पास फिर कोई बहाना  न होगा !

smita sharma dabas: The aquaintances.

2016-03-16T12:02:00.001-07:00

smita sharma dabas: The aquaintances.

Kuchh na kaho

2015-08-02T07:11:00.002-07:00

Kuchh na kaho
kehne ko kuchh hai bhi nahi
kuchh khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi..

Batein to hoti hazaron
par waqt ki kuchch kami rahi
kuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi...

Nadaan ho tum shaitan ho tum
Par thodi meri bhi pehchaan ho tum
khuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi

Baki sab na dekhenge
baki sab na poochenge
baki sab na janenge
ki mere mann ki awaz ho tum..
sunti hoon bas main hi
sunte ho bas tum hi.
khamoshi bhare
Iss gaane ka
sur taal bhi tum
har saaz bhi tum..

kuchch khali khali tum bhi
kuchch khali khali hum bhi..

My clash with a new genre..

2015-06-13T00:53:00.000-07:00

My son was after my life,

to write a poem for him.

When I asked him the subject

It created a rife.

He gave me a laptop,

He gave a bey blade

He gave me a topic

of nothing which I made.

He planned I write of 'clash of clans'

But it screwed my empty head.

It went all down in the drain,

And made me half dead.

I never knew that it was a game,

I thought it was a stance .

This clash of clans was a stupid thing,

And I was taking a chance.

I felt like an angry bird,

with my bits and pieces swirling around.

But,it was the charmander on the T.V. ,

who was making the nasty sound.

I fought like the ashen Ash

With the pokemon,

By this time my patience,

had fused my brain gone.

A sudden stark realization

occured, then, to me.

It is only this generation

Who can be gadget friendly!!!

Lilac

2015-06-12T11:31:00.002-07:00

Lilac

It's the tale of yesterday
It's the story of today
I started out alone , perhaps,
But I have him with me today..

I dozed on his shoulder again,
He slept in my arms.
He made me feel weak in the knees,
I made him strong yet calmed.

Lilac was the sky, splendid,
the sunrise new, the gleam old
This is his love story ,
and mine retold.

Great Expectations

2014-07-09T08:48:00.000-07:00

Great Expectations

Tarnished images of past failures
flashing into the eye inward;
pushing the limits to the far - fetched fears
finally transform into great expectations.

To be or not to be:
the question finally finds resolution.
Through heated hard work;
desperate strength of will wins.

A time of power comes
the time will stay
the time to be
nothing but you.

love undying

2013-12-17T16:52:00.001-08:00

I saw him in the glorious sunny days
I saw him in the cold damp nights
I saw him in the flowers he got
I saw him in the eyes that smiled
I saw him in his anger
I saw him in his jealousy

He is what I want
He is what I need
He is what should be
Between you and me

His acts are funny
His acts are sincere
He is the love undying
That is always there..

It's just a matter of time

2013-08-24T11:50:00.002-07:00

The wheel of time
paces up to crush my soul
I'm down like a beaten boxer ,
fallen flat and helpless..
I fear I'll lose the game
I hear the tick- tock of my heart
running against time
like a now or never game..
It's just a matter of time
that will lose my time to time.....

I hear my opponent shriek and
growl in my ear
his win imminent and certain...
I hear his footsteps coming
I feel his breath near my shoulder,
I feel his cold hands on my throat
I bleed..
I feel beaten...
blue and black.
It's just a matter of time
that will lose my time to time.....

I feel a struggle inside me
I want to get up and fight again
I want to win
I want my time back..
I feel it was a fixed game
and had to lose...
It's just a matter of time
that will lose my time to time.....

Keep The Faith

2013-06-27T09:45:00.001-07:00

Is this real?
Is this a new beginning?
Is this paradise?
Is this the doom of my sorrow?

I feel wings new sprouting
I feel the painful pleasure of their birth
I would soar like a sky lark
I would fly near the sun

I fear the wings are not waxen
I fear I may not fall like Icarus
and end up a heap of dust..

All I need is your love.
All I need is your strength.
All I need is your patience.
All I need is you that is me...

All I need is to keep the faith in me..

For The love of rain

2013-06-18T03:37:00.001-07:00

The twittering bird-like raindrops,
the daisy faces drenched pigeons
huddling inside themselves,
with the music of love-songs
in my ear,
i stand alone sipping
on a cup of coffee..
i reminisce our first meeting,
in rain.

The residue of love

2013-06-11T11:36:00.001-07:00

The residue of love
bubbles inside me,
like an acid
it wants to peel off my face
the way it burnt my soul.

The residue
of hope and faith
pushes me like an old porter
carrying a heavy baggage of emotions,
hoping to reach somewhere.

The residue has forgotten
how bereft of love he is.. waits endlessly for a change.

I know..You know,
nothing will come out of it..
for the love which blossomed..
is just a residue-
a dirty stinking litter- bin of love that was.

yaadein

2013-04-26T11:46:00.002-07:00

कहाँ हो तुम
ढूँढती हूँ तुम्हे मैं हर पल
अभी कल की ही तो बात लगती है
जब हँसते  थे तुम मुझे देखकर
खाली भरी आँखों में
प्यार सा भरा था ,
एक सैलाब सा भरा था
छोड़ कर जब गए थे,
छोटी सी आँखों में आसूं भी दिखे थे मुझे
हैरान सी हूँ क्या तुम वही हो
भेजती हूँ कई पैगाम
पर खाली चिट्टी वापिस लौट आती है
तेरे उस प्यार को इक झूठ बता जाती है
अभी भी जब तुमने चाहा  था उस रोज़
तब तो बात की थी प्यार से ही
फिर अचानक अगले ही दिन
फिर वही ख़ामोशी सी थी
एक छट पटाहट  एक बेचैनी
जो थी तुझमे मेरे लिए
लगता' है उसकी
अब कोई और वजह है ,
मेरे ही पढाई गए पाठ
,अब खुद मुझ पर ही भारी हैं
काश तुम होते मेरे टीचर
और मैं एक स्टूडेंट
लगा तो पाती
कुछ और नया लॉजिक
यह यादें ही बचीहैं अब
न जाने बस कब तक

we were meant to be together: The music of silence

2013-04-04T09:39:00.001-07:00

we were meant to be together: The music of silence: Traversing the tricky trails of telephone lines came down the music in my ears : a voice, melodious, a voice, not mine, seemingly on ...

The music of silence

2013-04-04T09:36:00.003-07:00

Traversing the tricky trails of telephone lines
came down
the music in my ears
: a voice, melodious,
a voice, not mine,
seemingly on the other side,
resonating from my soul.

It sang a song of love.
It sang a song of rain.
It trickled down my ears,
drenching me in
pitter -patter of
words seeping
into my soul.

I sang with the sound,
the sound of music,
the sound of love,
the sound of rain,
the sound of us;
making love
in the music
of silence.

An emptiness

2013-03-13T11:07:00.001-07:00

It's that kind of night again..
It's raining outside
and I'm alone in this foreign land,
looking out through the high sky scrapers.

The misted windows peep
through my misted
hazy face,
showing me a crystal clear image ..it's hers
- a face from the past bangs on the present
transported through the seven seas,
a face lights up my dark nights,
a face smiles ,
a face that was mine ..

Yet , I think I lost it years ago...
that face resembled the one I see.
It doesn't smile..it doesn't lie,
it quizzes me about my
erratic, unsure behavior...
It questions me..angrily
..it seems upset at my distant ways..
but it doesn't touch me..for I'm changed..
I rub my hands to grasp it,
just for the last time
but it disappears as the rain cries...

All I can see now , are the city lights
down below and
an emptiness within...

My dream

2013-01-20T17:08:00.002-08:00

Drooling in the dreary, winter mornings
toying with a dream,
The quilt is my friend indeed,
I shine up with a smiling gleam.

Sought you in my dream, I guess
made me smile during a test,
Cautious not to break the enchantment
as precious as a golden chest.

But alas! It had to wind up
It had to end the spell
I wishfully hopeful was
that the alarm did not bell.

The thread

2013-01-16T10:12:00.000-08:00

The thread,
invisible to all but me and you
thwarts my soul .
It pulls me to you, an unseen force
of natural desire, of love, of passion.
We, strangely like two magnetic poles,
striving hard
to keep away from each other
have to meet and become one unit,
one heart,
two bodies
and one soul.
The thread,
unknown ,unseen
as strong as a metallic wire,
as elastic as rubber,
takes us apart and brings us near again.
It may twist and turn,
it may take another form,yet
it is unbreakable like our love.