Vagaries of my Mind

Sipping hot hazelnut milk and sitting across the window pane,

My mind suddenly wanders in the realms of forgotten lane,

I see myself much younger weaving a million colorful dreams

Some for self some for others, every bit of them gleams

And then like a shudder I see my reflection in the window glass

No more am I so good, naive or innocent, no more I'm that lass

Comparison starts a thousand types of present and the past

A deep realization occurs within of things that didn't last

Oh behold my thoughts they are still running the those dark lanes

Why can't we ponder through life like we look across the window panes!

Randomness

Sometimes a wanderer waits and stops
To capture the frame in her thoughts,
Things that have gone by and moving still,
Her breaths are slow, shallow and shrill,
For things and moments that have passed,
For memories that are now a part of the past,
Living in the moment is the only way to cherish,
For everything moves to dust and later on perish,
The writer tries to re-live the moments of the past,
Wish she could turn the time wheel before breathing her last.

Raftaar

Is bhaagti daudti duniya me ek tere sahare baithe hain
Ham toofano se ladkar ab khamosh kinare baithe hain
Tum aa jate to mil jata sukoon-e-chain is dil ko bhi
Naadan se aanso jane kabse palko ke kinare baithe hain

Mana thamti nahi hai duniya ek tumhare jane aur aane se
Kon samjha paya kisko kyu uske ishare baithe hain
Ham bebas hai iss dil se apne aur dil apni chahat se
Warna marne ki fursat nahi aur ham saanso ko thame baithe hain
Is bhaagti daudti duniya me ek tere sahare baithe hain
Ham toofano se ladkar ab khamosh kinare baithe hain...

Ecstasy

A random thought in my mind,
Bizarre and unkempt kind
Still worthy to be put in words
I hereby do express
My inner desire to write
A bevy of fleeting delights
As if the rain has splashed my heart
After a massive sun attack
Dunno if what I feel is right
I just wanna see this sight
Of my dead dreams turning to life
And a sudden zestful strife
It brings tears to the lonely eyes
They've waited years for this very sight
Of words that express themselves through me
Of tales few, old, retold and new!