Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Random 2


Jazbaaton ke panno mein
Aawaz kahin guum si ho gayi hain
In hawaaon mein behkar
Baatein kahin guum si ho gayi hain

Roya hai yeh dil phirse
Jane kis baat se machal utha hai yeh kambakt phirse
Hanste, muskurate, aasuon ki barish mein,
Bheeg sa gaya hai yeh phirse

Kehte hum thakte nahi
Waqt ne hai sabko bante gum aur khushi
Phir jaane kyon ladhte hain hum kismat se
Jab sikhae woh hume jina zindagi

Ugte suraj ko dekh ke jana
Naya savera aaega
Chattano pe tut te lehron se jana
Har pal yunhi kho jaega
Thame pal, theherenge nahi
Jana in me hi hai jeena kahin…

Aazad kiye dar ke parinde
Thame nayi dor phir chal diye
Bas, khud ko khud se milane.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

p.s.-originally written on 15.10.11.....

Monday, November 7, 2011

Song of Melancholy...


Pale fingers playing on the strings
Of a cold and timeworn violin.
Misty night and dead old trees,
Sway to her song of melancholy.

Screaming and wailing her silent thoughts,
Frozen tears on the violin chords-
Emote-soulful music she plays,
All night long, till the silver fades.

Rendition of notes builds a beautiful delusion,
Only to shatter on her lover’s tomb.
Beneath the moonlight, in Mystic Falls,
Her stoic self wraps a heart with tears.

To calm her fears
To find way back home
She returns with music, every night,
To her lover’s age old tomb.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

ps-picture prompt, courtesy-allpoetry.com
     Mystic Falls- an imaginary place close to all VD lovers...:)...