बुज़ुर्ग

​एक बुज़ुर्ग का भारी थैला उठाकर आज,
खुद को बहुत हल्का महसूस किया।

#दिलसे #मैट्रो

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हिज़ाब…

हिज़ाब से झांकती वो ख़ूबसूरत आँखें,
जीना तो वो भी खुल के बहुत चाहती होगी।

#दिलसे #मेट्रो

In vain..

She kept looking at the door
expecting him to get inside coach anytime,
Metro left the station.
Her phone vibrates and she
unlocks it with a grin to read his messages,
It was a mail from office.
Her curls almost touching knees
blew away a little she thought it must be him,
That was a gush of air.
Someone held her fingers and
she thought he is playing these games with her,
A young naughty kid it was.
It’s been more than a year now
he left her in this pain but she still expects him,
around all in the Vain!

छूट जाएंगे…

तेरी मेरी चाहतों के सिलसिले,
बीच राह में कुछ यूँ टूट जाएंगे।
जिंदगी के इस लम्बे सफ़र में,
हाथ अपने क्या आज छूट जाएंगे।
मुस्कुराहट में तेरी दर्द की आहट,
ये हंसी ही कभी देती थी राहत।
ज़ुबाँ को शब्द कुछ सूझते नहीं,
अपने इस अंजाम पर होता ना यकीं।
काँधे पर अपने मुझे रखने दे सर,
आखिरी शायद आज अपना ये सफ़र।

(Inspiration – A teary-eyed young couple in Delhi Metro on the verge of seperating)

Door apart..

One door apart,
two beating heart.
She’s inside coach,
out he pretends to look at watch.
Smile flashing on the faces,
everytime eyes meet.
Very obvious to all,
what they are trying to keep discreet.

Glances being exchanged,
she requests him to go.
He keeps waiting,
telling her only after you.
Connecting phone to charging point,
she said battery is dead.
Let’s chat in few minutes,
please come on Whatsapp.

At last doors close,
and Metro starts moving.
Both of them said “bye”,
but for long hands kept waving.
Smile on the face and typing on phone,
engrossed she is in her own world.
Life’s like a beautiful dream,
Oh that teenage love!

(Inspiration – A teenage couple in love at Kirti Nagar Metro station)

Soul’s balm..

Spark of your eyes,
ignites light in my heart.
Smile on your face,
leaves me wanting for an embrace.
Your eyelashes flutter,
it’s only you who matter.
Your tender tiny fingers,
fit so nicely in my palm.
Your head on shoulder,
is my soul’s balm.

(Inspiration – A young couple adjacent to whom I sat for about 45 minutes in Delhi metro and heard their conversation, observed them.)

No small price..

“These guys should always be kept on their toes. Else they start taking us for granted” one of the young college going girls said to her friend, both were standing just beside me in the metro and busy on WhatsApp.

“Not sure why Tarun is not taking my calls for past 30 mins. Last night also he was avoiding talking to me and then his phone was switched off till early morning today.”

“Hmmm, you better keep an close eye on him. I told you he’s not that sweet guy as you feel. He’s way too smart then you think.” other girl said.

“It’s not like that, he takes care of me a lot.” she said defending and dialed her boyfriend’s number.

After few rings when the call was not answered, she was quite irritated and almost shouted “what the f***…” and everyone around in Metro stared at her.

“Let him call back, I will not spare him now.”

“Correct, this is not done. How can he treat you like this….” said her friend.

And the phone rang almost immediately with a romantic song being played “Zara Zara mehakta hae….”. She looked at her phone while picture of a young man was flashing on the screen, and she disconnected the call. This continued for next 5 minutes, she was smiling with pride while her friend commented “Good job, he should realize your worth.” and both of them laughed with a high-five.

When she finally took the call, was almost not speaking at all. On the other end one could hear a male voice pleading, exact words were not audible but “please” was quite obvious clear. Interestingly she put her phone on mute and was smiling, winking at times to her friend; who was so pleased to see all this.

Finally she said “Ok” after 10 mins and disconnected the call.

“What?” friend asked.

“He is taking off today and we are going for a movie. He will meet at Preet Vihar metro station” with a big smile she said.

“What??? And you agreed just on this? How could you? He was not talking to you since last night and you let him go for only this?”

“Baby, it’s not a small price to pay considering I knew he was out for his cousin’s engagement last night and his phone’s battery died but still managed to drop a message before that. And in morning he is usually driving to work and is not able to take calls…”

Friend could not utter anything except “bitch, you are..” while she got down at Preet Vihar…

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