Misthi's Junction: 2009

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A Flick from the past

A flick from the past..

is a feeling long last..

Chirping and smiling..

the time just flies fast.

Cuddling in together..

in the warmth of each other..

Drifting and melting ..

moments that were sweeter.

Glistening moments in the dark..

full of impish spark..

Moaning and sighing..

with love making its own mark.

Sweet as nectar..

were those heartfelt emotions..

Craving and longing..

for wild and untold sensations.

A flick from the past..

is a feeling long last..

Thursday, December 3, 2009

On 2nd Marriage Anniversary

Strange was the day..When we met for the very first time,

Strange was how we..Clicked from the beginning

Strange was how being..Poles apart we fell in love

Strange was how often..People said we are 'Made for each other'

Strange was how we used to.. Fight over trifle matters and later felt bad

Strange was how we used to.. Tackle worst times hand in hand

Strange was how we laughed.. And cried in each others' arms

Strange is how distance.. Couldn't overcome the depth of our love

Strange moments brought us closer with each passing day;

And strangely fighting, loving and laughing we reached our 2nd Anniversary

Love you Dear... Happy Anniversary

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Spending time without you my Dear

Spending time without you is similar to draught..,
Dried feelings and sighs wrought..
Sparing thoughts full of pain..,
Making eyes sore as tears drain..
Spending time without you is so sore..,
With sunken senses in heart core..
Brittle emotions lay unattended..,
With your love alone that can be tended..
Spending time without you is dour..,
Void of dreams and desires sour..
Aching heart aches more..,
As unison it just hopes for..
Spending time without you is a lesson..,
Forbidding me of your affection..
As I wait here thinking of you..,
I just want to say “I Love you”.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Dil ki aawaz..

Kuch khwaish unkahe se..

Kuch aarmaan dabe hue se..

Dil ki halat kaise bayan karun..

Jab labz hi hai khamosh se..

Khud se hi ab naraz rehne lagi..

Aanshuon ke saath ab toh jeene lagi..

Samna hua ish kadar khud ke saath..

Ki main ab tut ke bikharne lagi..

Bewajah khud se ladne lagi..

Har tamana meri yun mitne lagi..

Aashon ne bhi saath na diya..

Ki yunhi main toh sishakne lagi..

Tanhayion main raatein katne lagi..

Beeti saari baatein jab yaad aane lagi..

Leke aa gayi zindegi kis mod pe..

Ki yaadon se ab main bhagne lagi..

Khwabon main bhi ghabrane lagi..

Haqiqat se jab main harne lagi..

Ab raha na kuch baaki mere paas..

Jab main khud se bhi durr jaane lagi..

Kuch khwaish unkahe se..

Kuch aarmaan dabe hue se..

Dil ki halat kaise bayan karun..

Jab labz hi hai khamosh se..

Monday, February 9, 2009

Thought Stream

Have you anytime imagined how lucid and fluid our thoughts can be? They seem to flow in every possible direction as they don't bother about any hurdles like the free flowing rivers which don't care about the boundaries or territories in which they flow.

Sometimes I get surprised on my fluctuating thoughts. At one time I am thinking something and suddenly there comes a cascade and the flow of my thought takes a twist and changes its direction and then I am suddenly thinking something totally different which has absolutely no relation with my previous thoughts.

But at some other times some thoughts just tend to cling to the back of my mind and whatever I try to do in order to change their flow they just stick in there and try to dominate all my expertise in free thinking. And believe me all my self-control and self-resistance is a joke then.

Other times... when I really want to reason out things then all of a sudden I realize I am devoid of thoughts and that just my mind is blank. That's when I feel sorry for myself and at the same time I get very confused. And that's not a very good situation.

Some thoughts make me nervous racing my palpitation, some tensed making my brows curl, some tired asking me to just stop, some logical making me feel intelligent for the time, some naughty and mischievous, some are tempting enough to explore, some sinuous making me feel devils' own, some boil up my anger, some make me jump with joy, some are crystal clear like a placid lake, some torments like the violent surf and some just have their own way.

Sometimes I go such a long way with my thoughts that I forget what I was initially thinking and how all my thoughts reached the present note... then what I do must sound a little comical and I know you will have a hearty laugh on it but in that case I usually track down my thought stream and reach my initial point. Oh ho!!! you must be thinking why the hell I think and then why do I have to track it down. But I too don't know why the heck I do it even..but I do it every time my thought stream takes a new twist and turn. I know a few of you who read my blogs will conclude either I am out of my wits or that I have too much free time in my hands to handle. But believe me neither is the case and whatever I have written so far is just one of my thought stream.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my intellect challenges me

To quote my heart's desire

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my feelings form words

To describe them as harsh swords

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my thoughts are raw

To lessen a bit of my sorrow

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my emotions are murky

To vent out the clouds that are smoky

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my sentiments are lucid

To erase the sore that are acid

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my heart just vocalizes

To nurse the hurt that scandalizes

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my senses voice

To degrade the loathe and have my choice

But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my soul inks away

To record the vibes in its full sway

But I am no poet my dear

Words and byword mumble

Into a meaningful rumble

But I am no poet my dear