AESTHETE

Have you read the book "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne. If yes, you will easily understand how it has changed my life and is shaping everything ahead. If not I strongly recommend to. The title of the poem may itself be an irony in context of the poem. Usually I write short poems on my thoughts, but I gave some time to this one. Each line and each para is a stage and several contexts can be drawn. Even I started with a different picture and drew a shade of many within. I just wrote the first para a month ago and the picture continued... You will find me as a silhouette Against your timeless sky, As a song played and danced  While all in a dreamless lie, Or as a hymn of the words  The winds whispering thy. You will meet me as a mirage Against the world you view, As a misfit in thy reality Transcending your fits and you. As a hidden truth in time, Proving everything that happened  Made this very magic to do. Believe in Que Sera for once, As I may not be forev...

Self pondering on love..! Won't you wonder, how easy sometimes it is to fall in love with something or someone or some place. How gratifying it is to let open the flood of thoughts in thy mind, circumambulate in it with it and write it, asking questions to yourself, answering some at the same time. Yes the question remains albeit the answers change.  Writing these, I confess I find some times when it's hard to love. May it be a transition, a desire to remain as it is, growing a sense of self love or respecting too much of one's own space. Answer varies. Pondering this.... क्या कर न पाऊंगा मैं प्यार फिर से  क्या कर न पाऊंगा मैं प्यार फिर से  उनसे नहीं तो किसी से । क्या बांट न पाऊंगा वक्त फिर से  तुमसे नहीं तो किसी से । अब सिर्फ़ ये वक्त है गुजरते गुजरते मन के अल्फाज़ो में स्याही डाल जाता है । क्या मैं लिख न पाऊंगा वो गज़ल फिर से बैर नहीं उनसे खामोश नहीं तुमसे ना इश्क किसी से । क्या खोज न पाऊंगा खुद को फ़िर से कि डूबा हूं कहीं या फिर निकला ही नहीं कभी ...