For my poor Angel

You had almost proved

             That you’ve some exceptional guts

I tend to believe

             That your mouth never shuts

But why do you get

             Involved in a panga

I try damn hard

             To resist any danga

Anyway…

For cutting me down

             You choose that hathiyaar

Which I only use

             To spread love and pyar

You gave me a poem

             And what did you expect?

But on your buddhi and dimaag

             I really doubt and suspect

You come like an ajnabee

             With a khoon bhari maang

Your guts ka kya kehna

             But I think you take a bhang

Quarrels don’t suit you yaar

             B’coz angels don’t use hathiyaar

So stop using your meethi chhuriyaans

             And try to spread a little pyar

When you take a panga with me

             Meethi chhuri’s dhaar becomes kharaab

And whenever I talk with any other girl

             You become jal bhun ke kawaab

I understand you become very jealous

             But you try to hide your emotions

And when I wrote poems on Shiksha

             You came out with such typical reactions

Chalo koi baat nahi

             I can understand your situation

Girls usually react in that way

             When their boy-friends have different relations

At last but not the least

             I would like to tell you one thing

I don’t go for haseeno ka mela

             Haseenas fall on this smart young thing

And regarding your statement

             Kash koi ladki mujhe pyar karti

When you’ll se my fiancée

             You’ll realize

             Why puri duniya uspe hai marti

She is prettier than the prettiest

             And an ultimate of beauty

She is just damn beautiful

             All like a pixie cutie

Par tum kyon ho jalti

             Aur bekaar me ho darti

Arre use jaake poochho meri kadar

             Kyonki wo pyar sirf mujhi se hai karti

Let me steal

Let me steal a fragment of her smile

Not for all, but for a while

Oh let me steal from my dear sweety

She has in abundance – my pixie cutie

I want to steal her gentle touch

Soft and subtle, yet so much

That touch could make me

             Reach the bliss

So it’s only upto her

             My all dear miss

I want to steal a part of her innocence

Which has the purity and the essence

At the sweety state

             To which she exist

Drives this innocence

             So hard to resist

Oh let me steal from my sweety girl

Those qualities of emerald or the pearl

So please do something

             So that I could make her feel

That I want her heart

             So let me steal

My reverie turned sweet

It was that fortunate day

             When I actually admired your beauty

The whole day I kept thinking

             Only about you – my sweety!

I felt the aura that you created

             In a blissful state of mind

I felt the love that you vibrated

             That made the memories bind

Each and every stance of yours

             Made a flash like a spark

It made me dream that virtual world

             In the day and in the dark

I really admired that unmatched beauty

             That radiated through your smile

It was actually your simplicity

             That had got all the style

My reverie continued all through the day

             And all through the moonlit night

But my waiting came to an end

             Only when I met the sweet dawn light

Sweet silence speaks

At the brink of the midnight

             When every mortal sleeps

When voices turn their faces

             Then the sweet silence speaks

With the onset of the moonlight

             Slowly deserting the streets

When the noises are duped

             Then the sweet silence speaks

When the zephyrs are high

             At the snow covered peaks

And the voices get numb

             Then the sweet silence speaks

I desperately wait to meet her

             Through days and all through the weeks

I really die to hear her voice

             And then the sweet silence speaks

Through an edge of a dream

             When my sweety slowly peaks

All of a sudden I wake up

             When the sweet silence speaks

With my sweety at twilight

I see her almost everyday

             Still desire for every moment

Lonely and lost but the twilights are

             Craving for the recurrent

I wish I could be with her

             All through the dusk till the dawn

Keen for the smile that she has

             But my sweety was gone

End of the horizon

             When the nature dims the light

Your fragrance fills the milieu

             As my sweety at twilight

Our breaths could fill the ambience

             With the efforts very slight

Unveiling the wish of presence

             With my sweety at twilight

The sweety sober girl

Since the day I decided to write on you

I was only searching for the right adjective

So many qualities that you had

Made me go very selective

How difficult was it for me?

This only I could understand

You were so simple and sober

But the correct word just couldn’t land

Itried my best to analyze you

And listed down all your qualities

I was surprised to see the never ending list

And just couldn’t believe in realities

Knowing your mind and your heart

Was always a very difficult task

Over that you speak so less

That one could only go and ask

Smile is your another big asset

That is just beyond description

Boys are crazy for that glimpse

For that blissful smily affection

Heart so pure that one could imagine

As pure could only be the dew

The caring attitude that you have

Is possessed by only a few

At the last I decided

That it’s the word ‘sweety’

Which best suits you

So I’ll be using this word in the future

In all the poems

That I’m going to write for you