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कभी सोचता हूँ तो यूँ लगता है,

की जैसे बँध चुका हूँ मैं,

नहीं जा पाऊँगा छोड़ कर,

पर जा रहा हूँ और वो भी दूर,

शायद इस बार लौटना ना हो.

आज खाली किया सब मैने,

ले जा रहा हूँ जो अपना है,

छोड़ जा रहा हूँ सब पराया,

पर कुछ है जो ना जा पाएँगी मेरे साथ,

यादें है कुछ ऐसी, क्या करूँ मैं.

उसका चेहरा देखता हूँ,

इस आस से की ये आखरी बार ना हो,

पर सच तो ये है की यही होगी आखरी मुलाकात,

एक छोटा सा किस्सा यहीं होगा ख़त्म,

यहीं से शूरू होगी शूरूवात यादों की.

V.V.Vikram

Khaali Khaali Raat

Just Read.....

खाली खाली रातों से दोस्ती कर लेता हूँ

अब जब कभी अकेला सा लगता है तो आईना देख लेता हूँ

मुस्कुराकर दो लफ्ज़ खुद से कह लेता हूँ

देर से ठह़री निगाहों को बूँदों से भर लेता हूँ

खाली खाली रातों से दोस्ती कर लेता हूँ

दिल के सन्नाटो को खोलने की कोशिश करता हूँ

खुद से पहेली बना, खुद ही हल कर लेता हूँ

दिन गुज़ारता हूँ यूँही, रातों का इंतेज़ार कर लेता हून

खाली खाली रातों से फिर दोस्ती कर लेता हूँ

सोचता हूँ को वो अब आए तो इक तस्वीर बना लेता हूँ

ना आए वो तो चाँद को तस्वीर में उतार लेता हूँ

इक मैं ही क्या, इस जंगल में हैं वीरान सब हर पल यहाँ

यह सोच के ही अपने मॅन को कुछ कदर बहला लेता हून

है दिन तो क्या कुछ पल में होगी रात, बात फिर आगे बढ़े

खाली है तो क्या यह रात, है ज़रूरत इसे भी दोस्त की

खाली खाली रातों से दोस्ती मैं फिर कर लेता हूँ

V.V.Vikram

Unaccustomed

Losing a loved one is not easy. This is dedicated to all the closed ones who passed away. You will always be remembered. Life will always remain an unaccustomed affair without you.

Nothing has changed with your going away,

The night brings about its darkness as always,

The moon still manages to illuminate the dark alleys.

The bend in the road,

Where you took a different turn,

Away from me is still there and I am still here,

I have never taken that path alone since,

I have tried not to look that way again.

Forsaken by you and deserted by shadows,

I have tread over splinters of the past,

On uncushioned bare feet,

There is loneliness outside and emptiness within.

V.V.Vikram

Angst

A piece inspired by a short story from the book 'One Amazing Thing'

Whenever I turn back and look,

You appear a bit of a stranger

A bit of a stranger I too.

We no longer stand where we stood once,

Neither is there a chance we will be together,

Nor is there any angst or remorse,

Yet you appear unhappy.

You were a spent moment in a spent relationship,

Tonight as the moon plays his melancholic tune,

A mere memory remains of the last time we walked,

Yet you seem to have lost your way.

V.V.Vikram

An Ode

This is an ode to the real women of India. The ones who sweat it out on the fields. The ones who keep their family together always. The ones who look beyond themselves every time. I salute you!

The fragrance of the soil in your hands,

You smear it like the sun with drops of rain,

Immense support that your lonely shoulders provide,

Under your shadow they all take a relieved sigh!

With your wooden flute you get the fireplace alive,

And with the hymn you ignite the spirit of life,

Somewhere in the fields your earring tinkers,

The sound of which keep your men going all night.

Soaked in the heat of the day,

Your skin becomes a tad little dark,

Like the last coal which burns just a little,

You provide the warmth to your family at night,

Theres a twinkle in your eyes, like the stars in the sky.

The winds bow down to you Oh! Lady of the house,

The seasons salute you with a smile,

The dust is your make-up,

So what, you are the like rivers that bring life.

It sound like a million shells when you heave,

There is a feather to every sorrow you grieve,

The dark cloud is like the kaajal on your face protecting you,

And you smear it like the sun with drops of rain.

V.V.Vikram

Square Zero

A piece written by a very close friend.

I lie under two gazes.

Introspections rising out of two kinds of love.

One comes with an insane sort of liberation.

Another that mirrors much of my soul.

But I will choose the security of order,

For how long will I stand on your love?

It's freeing foundation is but quicksand.

Your world but a blackhole draining my soul.

While I love that maddening freedom,

I look on, to walk towards that path of sanity.

I will look at myself the way he does.

I will get used to the way his hand caresses my skin.

I will learn to remember his smell in the place of your's.

I will grow into him, like I did into you.

For isn't much of love but a new habit you learn?

Bid me farewell now.

Let me go seek him; mirror his soul.

Maybe this is how far we were meant to go,

And leave trails of dust behind us

From our star-crossed destiny.

By-

Trinity Unlocked

Baat niklegi tho phir door talak jayegi

This is an attempted translation of one of my favorite Jagjit Singh's Ghazals. It is about a relationship that could not materialise. About two loved ones who could not get together because of external reasons. It is about how even though they love each other, they cannot carry on. It is about how the guy is telling the girl, be string and face the society boldly.

If the word is let out, it shall spread my dear,

People shall ask unnecessarily about your sorrow,

They shall also ask about your troubled self.

Fingers shall be raised at your dishevelled hair,

They shall glance suspiciously at the long gone years,

Your bangles too shall be joked about,

Even your trembling hands then shall be taunted at.

People are cruel, they shall taunt at every possible thing,

And somewhere in the taunts, I shall be mentioned too,

Do not give their words any significance my love,

Or your expression shall give it all away,

No matter what, do no argue or question,

Do not talk about me to them whatsoever,

Because if the word is let out, it shall spread my dear

V.V.Vikram