In the Stillness of a Word
Amrita Bharati

Both things
Are so alike
His earth
My sky.
I wanted
To follow him
Wherever he was

But the paths
Were so different
On one was he
On the other I
And in between there was a line
Both his
And mine

We
Were so one
In our soul
But
He was walking
On the low summits of the earth
And I
On the high chasms
Of the sky

Maybe
These two paths may turn
One day
In my poetry
And we may be able to walk together
In the stillness of a/the word

| Can Someone Bring Me My Entire Being ? |

Lost. 

Have lost for words, lost in time, lost myself. No such proper reply, answer or action – just an awkward ones.

Memories are nothing but fragments. Beautiful, meaningful and comforting but somehow shouldn’t ever be wished either now or then. Pseudo. Those are dreams, but this is reality.

I am a fragment only too, ripped-out from one thing to thousands. Still haven’t finished picking up the scattered pieces all around, really – and here come another one.

Every love gives you enough time to die for it
                                                                            – Gagan Gill

Can someone bring me my entire being ?
My arms, my eyes, my face
I am a river flowing into the wrong sea.
If only someone could restore me to the dessert
                                                                          – Noshi Gillani

Myself is indebted of my own sorrow. Blame nobody then !

#1st January Post

1st post in January, this is what should be put down as the title.

Summarizing last year, it’s a total no comment.

Just wishing that 2012 will be a year full of happiness, prosperity, successfulness and blessing from God for me and my loved ones.

When one asks me for my new year resolution, I simply just say, ‘nothing’. Live a non-simple life with a non-simple thought will lead to many more complicatedness, I guess.  So I try, yes let me repeat “try” to make my life more simple in all way that it may, though I realize so much that complicatedness is inevitable most of the times, specially for me.

I may be cranky, fussy - or put whatever similar word that one can put  in here – just to make myself clear about what, who and where am I to someone or something. Just that.

[ Last Gut On ! ]

It’s so sad, isn’t it ? When you just realize or see yourself, not even once, in the timeline or even story of the one you’ve loved the most.

It makes you feel like a thin-air, evaporates and disappears just like that. Without a trace, unseen and just nothing.

He doesn’t speak anything. It’s just me, I’m the one who speaks too much. He has the alibi to runaway – be gone, since he never says anything.

When he, the last gut – that I’ve got for all these time to survive and to make myself believe – breaks down, then with whom I should put my last gut on ?

 

Jigar Moradabadi

Muhabbat Insaan Ki Hai Fitrat, Kahaan Hai Imkaan E Tark E Ulfat
Woh Aur Bhi Yaad Aa Rahay Hein, Mein Un Ko Jitna Bhula Raha Hoon
Love is man’s nature, where is the possibility of leaving love
The more I try to forget them, the more I remember them