🌼मेरी MOM और मेरी नानी🌼

मेरी नानी को भगवान ने अपने पास बुलाया है
मेरी मम्मा भगवान के पास बैठी इंतज़ार कर रही थी नानी का
अब तो दोनों मिलकर खूब गप्पे लड़ाने वाली हैं
और हम सबके किस्से सुनाने वाली हैं
नानी भी मम्मा से मिलकर कितनी भड़ास निकालेगी
अपनी बेटी से मिलकर फूली नही समाएगी
मम्मा भी तो बोर हो गयी अकेले बैठे बैठे
पापा को तो फुरसत नहीं मम्मा के साथ समय बिताने की
नानी के आने से कुछ तो मिल गया है काम उनको अब…
फटाफट नानी की गोद में सर रख के सो जाने का…
एक बार फिर मेरी मम्मा बच्ची बनकर खेलेगी…
एक बार फिर मेरी मम्मा को माँ मिल जाएगी…
नानी के तो कहने ही क्या भई
अब भी इतना लाड़ लड़ाती है..
कभी कभी मुझे भी ईर्ष्या हो जाती है…
कितना सुकून है कितनी शांति है इस माँ बेटी के मिलाप में
सोचती हूँ कब वो दिन आएगा मेरे लिए भी कभी …

अच्छी नानी प्यारी मम्मा…
हमें हमेशा याद रखना…
और ये भी याद रखना हम आपको भुला नहीं सकेंगे कभी…
बस आपकी ज़िंदगी से ये सीख लेंगे की…
भगवान के घर जा के ना रहे कोई गिला ना शिकवा कभी…
इस धरती पे चाहे कुछ भी हो…
भगवान के घर तो बस प्रेम की रूहें बसती हैं सभी…. ।। मार्च २०१९

💗TRANQUILITY💗

“Tranquility”….
What is this word you got me to wonder..?
Now I often sit to ponder..

Is this what I feel when you and me embrace so deeply?
Or is it that I feel when we sit besides each other?

Is this what I feel when we are lost into each other’s eyes?
Or is it that I feel when we snuggle and squeeze together ?

Is this what I feel when silence is the talk between us?
Or is it that I feel when we chatter and are full of laughter?

Is this what I feel when your touch awakens my body?
Or is it that I feel when your presence makes me come alive?

Is this what I feel when you close your eyes and let me channel Gaia ?
Or is it that I feel when I know with you I can be the Gaia?

Is this what I feel when i am being showered with compliments by you?
Or is it that I feel when i realise I am but a reflection of you?

Is this what I feel when there is a sense of space to just BE around you?
Or is it that I feel when gratitude comes gushing out for you ?

Hmm.. enough of the pondering, now I can go back to sleep..
And live again the moments where i lost my sleep 🙂

✨ A NOT SO FAIRY TALE✨

Heyy…
Can i tell you a story.. my story of how i chose me.. a little bit of it..?
Ha ha..fairy tale nahi hai… Don’t worry !!

Long long ago there was this timid little girl with huge dreams in her eyes
She hadn’t seen the world outside..

Ohho poem likhne baith gayi…!!!

Koi ni carry on…

So she thought love will flow in her life and make everything all right..
Love came in wearing bright blue clothes to sweep her off the floor..

Then came the jungle part..!!

Love stayed in a deep dark jungle…..
Little timid girl grew more timid..

She couldn’t step out
She couldn’t run about…

Love energy transformed to love emotion..
And chained her tight..
Ohh ..Little girl was stifled.. suffocated.. and tried to commit suicide..
So that death could give her the freedom she pined..

But my dear.. life had other plans
She tried n tried to die..
But life always stood by her side..!!

Slowly.. Little birds ..Little feathers made their way to her house..
And a glimmer of light asked her to come out

She made her way out cautiously.. falling stumbling..petrified of what she may find outside

There..just beyond the door of her prison.. of her imagination..

She saw a beautiful meadow..
She stepped out ..
Made her way.. and found her joy..
Which she had never known..

But the story doesn’t end here!!

A booming voice came and she was shit scared
She ran.. she stumbled..

Once again to be bound by her love..

But now she had hope in heart..
Sweet smell of meadow in her being..

So now..
She stood up for her
She fought for her..
She was now no longer a timid little girl

She has tasted her deepest desires..
She was a woman now… who was full of fiery fire..

Now she broke the lock..opened the door..
And came out..

Then the light from the meadow fell on her love..

And then …
Then whoossshhhh…!!

He changed.. she changed…

And together they danced the dance of love.. of gratitude..

And she set herself free to dance..
Danced in the depths of the deepest of greens..
Swam in the lake amidst the mist..
Hugged the tress..

Oh,How did this happen?
How did the light from the meadows fall on her love ?

Hmm.. i think she made a choice to come out..
and her love wanted to hold her..
but she ran out and the light shone..
As he was catching her…shayad…

The most important choice was to keep choosing her joy.. was to keep choosing her being..

That made all the difference..
Her choice….!!!




In Conversation with Sanjeev.. 💓
Thank you dude❤️

❤️ HOW I LONG TO….❤️

How i long to call you by endearing words.
How i long to whisper sweet i love yous in your ears.

How i long to tell you how much i love you.
How i long to reveal that i am in love.

How i long to dance with you.
How i long to hold your hands.

How i long to merge my being within you.
How i long to find myself in your eyes.

How i long to laugh and have fun with you.
How i long to wander the deserted lakeside with you by my side.

How i long to sit besides you and view the rising moon.
How i long to dream only about you.

How i long to be close to you.
How i long to loose myself in you.

How i long to steal you from this world for me.
How i long to make a world of only you and me.

How i long for you to know that love is just for now.
How i long to love you in just that now.

How i long to love you in this moment.
How i long to live forever this moment.

💓 WHAT ARE YOU ??? 💓

What in the world are you ?
I haven’t got a clue..

Are you my soul mate or my twin soul ?
Or are you the one who has come to my rescue?

Are you all the definitions combined into one?
Or are you the definition of none?

Are you an illusion or the reality?
Or are you the illusion of this reality?

Are you the sensuality of my body?
Or are you the spirituality of my spirit?

Are you the melting tangy flavour in my mouth?
Or are you the salty ocean drops drying on my lips?

Are you the figment of my imagination ?
Or are you the tangible truth?

Are you my ascended master in disguise?
Or are you the reflection of my own being?

Are you the mountains piercing the skies?
Or are you the unknown depths of the ocean?

Are you the alluring sexiness of my eyes?
Or are you the pure innocence of my smile?

Are you this poet’s muse?
Or are you the poem of my soul ?

What in the world are you?
I haven’t got a clue…

💔 MY HEART 💔

This jagged dagger carving the shape of my heart..
To cut and tear it out of my body..
beating and bloody…
oozing pouring..
Pumping hot blood all over my spirit..

Searing.. burning..tarnishing..

Jolting me out of my disillusioned disenchanted reality..

Gory and ghastly.. I hold this body part in my hands..
Which symbolizes much more than it is known for..

I wonder is this all where I store all my vehemence and all my agony?
No wonder it creates convulsions of despondency..

Distorted vision…
Perverted twisted images of the rosy pink picture..
Heinous despicable crimes..
Are the deeds of this blasphemous muscle..!

This devil’s advocate from hell..
Slowly and surely…wringing the life out of me..
Sucking the soul out of me..
Drop by drop..
Falling to death..

Till I am consumed by the fiery fire.. blazing inside.. incinerating ..evaporating the last traces of what I call ME..

❤️ ” मैं ” ❤️

कभी प्यारी सी निश्छल हंसी आ जाती है चेहरे पे ..
कभी गर्म गर्म आंसु छलक जाते हैं इन आंखों से ।।

कभी कुछ ख़याल झटक देती हुं गर्दन को लचका के …
कभी भावपूर्ण नयनों से कह देती हुं सब कुछ ।।

कभी होंठों की हंसी से करती हुं शरारत ..
कभी बन जाती हूं धरती की अनछुई गहराई ।।

कभी खुली हुई इन बाहों में सिमट जाता है अथाह प्रेम ..
कभी ज़ोर से खुद को भिंचने से भी इक खा़लीपन रह जाता है ।।

कभी ख़ुद ही ख़ुद को सच झूठ सुनाती हुं ..
कभी ख़ुद ही ख़ुद से बातें कर तृप्त हो लेती हुं । ।

कभी जो गुस्सा आये तो रौद्र रूप बन जाता है मुख मेरा..
कभी शिकन बिना भी व्यथा कि गाथा सुना देती हुं ।।

कभी सोचती हुं कि है क्या यह रूप ..यह मुखौटा मेरा ..
क्या यह हुं मैं या जो किसी को नज़र नहीं आती वह मैं हुं । ।

कभी यह ” मैं “शब्द भी गुमराह कर जाता है…
कौन मैं हुं…जो दिखता है …या जो भीतर कैद है ..या वह हुं मैं जो दर्शक है इन दोनों की ?

या मैं हुं ही नहीं कुछ भी ..
या हुं मैं इस सृष्टि का हर तारा सितारा..
या पूरा ब्रह्मांड हुं मैं ..
जो खेल रहा खुद को बनाने बिगाड़ने का खेल सारा ???

कौन…..❔❔❔

मैं कृष्ण हूँ या कृष्णमयी हो गयी हूँ…
कृष्ण मुझ में है या मैं कृष्ण में समा गई हूँ…
सारा जग मेरा है या मैं सारे जग की हो गयी हूँ…
कृष्ण है प्रेम या मैं प्रेम हो गयी हूँ…
कृष्ण कृष्ण करूँ या खुद का नाम लूँ…
मेरे अंतर्मन में प्रेम समाया है या मेरा रोम रोम प्रेम का बना है…
मैं कृष्ण हूँ या प्रेम हूँ या मैं खुद ही सब हूँ…
ये प्रश्न है या उत्तर…
जी लूँ इस प्रश्न को कि उत्तर ना रह जाये..
जी लूँ इस उत्तर को की प्रश्न ही मिट जाए..
जो है मेरे हृदय में ये बसा..
ये कुछ अनकहा सा..
जो किसी शब्द की परिभाषा से है परे.. शायद इसे ही महसूस करते हुए..
मैं भी इस सागर को पार कर जाऊँ..

❣FORGIVE ME❣

When the time comes for us to part ways from how we are now..and today..

Forgive me if i am not willing to let you go..
Forgive me if i cling on to you.
Forgive me if i do the needy.

Sometimes i am only a human ..
I may not reflect the divine all the time..

Allow me to rest my head on your shoulder and may be cry.
Allow me to fully submerge into my grief of loosing you..
Allow me to show you my love for you.. just one more time..

For you are a part of my soul now.
It aches deeply to wrench it out..

Forgive me.. if am not willing to let you go..

💗THE MOMMY IN ME 💗

The mommy in me was born along with my son..
My son is going to be 4 soon..so is the mommy in me..
She is not what her birth date says but she is 4 years old too..

Sometimes the mommy in me falters..falls and breaks..
Sometimes she cries and howls in agony..
Sometimes she wishes to be picture perfect..
Sometimes she keeps a straight face..

Oh! let the mommy in me learn how to walk ..
As you let my son do..
As you let him take step by step..
Allow me that space too..

The mommy in me judges herself..
The mommy in me heals herself.
The mommy in me seeks advice.
The mommy in me just wants to be a mommy sometimes.

Sometimes she feels she doesn’t do enough for her son..
Sometimes she feels her love is enough in the long run..
Sometimes she wishes for a magic wand..
That could turn the time around..

Oh why have you bound the mommy in definitions..?
Oh why can’t the mommy and the son grow together..?
Oh why can’t I be the mommy I wish too..?
Oh why can’t I have the freedom to brawl too?

Let the mommy in me learn from my child..
For he has come to teach me ways of the world..
And not the other way round..
Let me just BE me.. like you let my child BE..

❣ My dear friend Parita inspired me to write this.

Thankyou so much Parita😚🤗