sath ho kar door hain

pyar hai ya garoor hai

kaash pehle jaan paate

ab ahem se majboor hain

na jaan-na na maan-na

na pyar ko pehchaan-na

ye kya hua aur kab hua

ki hai pada ab haarna

jab jaam tha to piya nahi

jab saath tha to dia nahi

hai hamare paas bahana

samay ne waqt diya nahi

karte gaye tumhari baatein

dil se aur dimag se

dil ne kaha 'ab bas karo'

dimag laga sochne.

rona aise aaya

nadiya rukh mod chali

aansuon ki jhari lagi,

ek duniya doob gayi

Fatal Attraction (Acrostic)

Fool was Dr. Faustus, for who else would

Abet damnation and rot in hell,

Trading his soul for power and mirth

Assisting his own tragic end,

Little could he have predicted,

A fatal attraction would make him pay

Tethered and damned he ended wasted, a

Tale we heard Marlowe say

Remember his words

And never forgo, what's

Considered coveted 

Today, could feel

Intolerable tomorrow, an

Obsession today, left

Neglected tomorrow

For more pls visit : http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-attraction.html

Friendship Acrostic

Friendship is a

Royal treat,

Insatiable hunger's

Eternal feast

No dress code, just

Don a 

Smile

Happiness will flow like sweet sunshine

Incessant chatter, laughter erupts

Pals for life, it's a lifetime's trust.

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And this one is dedicated to my sweetest friend Hina.. i love her more than i love me :)..this lallu poem is not even an iota of what our friendship means to me. but now that i penned it down in jest.. i thought i would just as well post it. :)

For years and years

Remarkably we have

Imagined together

Endless dreams

Naive to smart

Duds to chics

Sinfully we have had so much fun

Hina's your name

I'll be there for you,

Promise me the same

For more pls visit: http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship.html

Waqt ka Samvad

Tried my hand at Hindi poetry..sm days back..aise hi:

Abhi aaj hai

kal gaaj hai

yeh waqt ka

samvaad hai

Kal maun hai

kal shunya hai

ab aaj hai

ab satya hai

Ye waqt ki

hi baat hai

abhi aaj hai

kal gaaj hai

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Uttejna

uttar nahi

samvedna se

jaan-na

Sanyam parakh

mushkil bada

paida karein

sneh bhawna

Yeh krodh ik

vinaash hai

ab aaj hai

kal gaaj hai

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beeta samay

bhule chale

kuch seekh kar

fir pag dhare

Aage lagan

mann mein magan

ye roz ki toh

baat hai

abhi aaj hai

kal gaaj hai

yeh waqt ka

samvaad hai

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Expecto Patronum

On the beach she sat. Visual impressions of her life appearing and disappearing in consortium with the waves that played with the shore before her. Tears were flowing easy that evening.. so easy that she barely realised she was crying until she tasted the salinity in her mouth. She didn't take off her glasses.. she didn't wipe off the tears from the sides of her shoulders.. she didn't even move. Every now and then she would squeeze her eyes and heavy drops of tears would come running down .. some wetting her neck, some falling down on the sand on which she was sitting with her arms around her legs.. her favourite position. These were not tears, something inside was telling her, this was the cleansing of her soul. This was required before she could actually move on. 'Pain is important', she told herself. 'Extreme emotions lead you ahead, they teach you and they bring about changes in you. Time of extreme emotions are few but they remain with you. You will have to go through this phase, not once not twice for quite a few times, before you can get in complete control of yourself.'

At a distance not very far from where she sat.. she saw two puppies frolicking about. With their little teeth they were teasing one another, tugging at each others tails, their ears flapping, tiny tongues hanging out. Happy and innocent moves, ever on a look out for the next mischief. There was comfort in their sport, the world of purity in their bright eyes and pure almost inconceivable happiness in their puny tails..aiming towards the sky..as if challenging it. The sight made her cry all the more, it reminded her of her lost innocence. But just then, one of the puppies, that had come quite close to her, realised her presence and as if in a marvelling glance seemed to ask her, "huh? you?"! His little demure face slightly bent towards one side as the tiny ear lobe swung in the air. It looked at her in amazement and with courage came close to her. The pup seemed to be speculating in his mind, "Will she move or not? Is she a toy? Would she hurt me or give me a nice treat?" The little fellow came closer as she extended her hand wanting to touch it. Sceptic that the pup was, he came closer to sniff, but the very next moment hopped back two steps, in a half standing half lying position, a play-with-me posture that is a visual delight for any dog lover. 

A smile broke at last. 

The smears of tears against her skin were still showing but with his playful charade the pup had made a fan. She extended her hand again and made a sound of endearment. The fellow sprinted at her but this time did not scoot off like before. He licked her hand..once twice again and again.. he licked and licked and licked.. she wondered if he has a liking for her hand because of the saline taste of tears on them. She let him lick as much as he wanted. The ticklish feeling was divine. Something some people have never experienced. It felt therapeutic to her dried soul. The other pup soon joined them and in no time she was up and running along the sea side, with the little ones following her excitedly..jumping hopping sprinting.. all so joyfully. The trio made a happy group..her grief drowned in their happiness. What were they celebrating? What made them jump in jubilation for no reason at all? How could she forget her sorrow that seemed almost Brobdingnagian in size? 

I don't have the answers. But happiness be gets happiness. Sorrow will come again and so will happiness from unexpected quarters. Identify happiness and live, that's all she learnt.

For more tales visit tell-a-tale: http://storyteller0001.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-5.html

Pain is Addictive

Programmed to find

Another reason for misery

Inclined to dig, a

Nonchalant mystery

Incredible trait, this

Sadist in all of us

Alluring we find the sweet sensation

Deathly is the clutch

Dependent we become and

Instinctively touch, upon

Collection of memories 

Tidbits of soul

Invitation to join them always allures

Vacation of pain beckons, another

Entertaining painful thought to ponder

Written for Acrostic Only