Dewdrop Diaries

The person,  I now see,  In the mirror,  I do not recognise her anymore.  It is someone,  Who lost herself,  To win something  Useless.  To find meanings  In meaningless things.  To put life  In lifeless people.  To see the best  In the worst.  To live from  Someone else’s perspective.  To follow  Someone else’s footsteps.  To lead  A never-ending pathway.  To please those who  Never get pleased.  To only get disappointed.  To only get numb.  To only give up on  Herself at the last.  Maybe, Sometimes,  Choosing yourself  Sounds selfish  And choosing them  Sounds cowardice.

Ab joh hum hai?  Kya voh,  Hum hi hai?  Ya koi or hai?  Ab joh hum hai?  Voh kon hai?  Tum jab puraane yaad aate ho,  Saath me,  Ishq ke nazraane,  Yaad dilate ho,  Unke saath,  Saare puraane,  Afsaane yaad dilate ho,  Jisme hum,  Ishq kiya karte they,  Or ishq;  Jeeya bhi karte they!  Sikhaya tha tumhi ne mujhe,  Ishq me jeena,  Ab yaad bhi voh,  Tum hi dilate ho…  Mai bhi toh puraani tumhe yaad aati houngi?  Tum bhi toh,  Mere saath,  Us ishq me,  Hamare ishq me,  Mere saath,  Ishq kiya karte they,  Ishq me jeeya karte they!  Mera zulfien bikhraana,  Tumhare haathon ko bhi,  Yaad toh aata hoga?  Mera har ghadi,  Ghadi take jaana,  Or palon ko geen-na,  Tumhare waqt me bhi toh,  Waqt-be-waqt,  Yaad aata hoga?  Ab joh hum hai?  Kya voh,  Hum hi hai?  Ya koi or hai?

A journey like no other,  Where you take in every moment,  Rediscover your passion for retro songs,  Or frow fond of trips, long and short!  Few days when you’re on your own,  Full of excitement to begin an adventure,  To fill your heart with memories forever!  Happy ones, sad ones, funny ones,  Bonding with yourself over again!  Taking a trip to the ocean,  Listening to waves hitting the rocks,  Or probably climbing a mountain,  To watch stars weaving your den!  Finding yourself, like missing parts of a puzzle,  A rush of excitement within you,  Filled with emotions and memories of gold,  You return home to plan the next journey!  To visit distant lands or watch mysteries unfold!

आज मन को एक दर सा लग रहा है,  दर तुझसे, दर खुदसे।  आज मन ज़रा खोया सा लग रहा है,  खोया राह से, खोया राह में।  आज मन में एक पीड़ा सी हो रही है,  पीड़ा घाव की, पीड़ा चाव की।  आज मन को याद सी आ रही है,  याद उन दिनों की, याद उन लोगो की।  आज मन विचलित सा हो रखा है,  विचलित इन हवाओं से, विचलित इन कर्मो से।  आज मन को क्रोध सा आ रहा है,  क्रोध उस रात का, क्रोध उस बात का।  आज सभी विकारों ने मेरे मन को अपना घर सा बना लिया है,  आज सभी खुशियों ने मेरे हृदय से मुंह सा बना लिया है।  चाहा तो हमने भी बहुत उनको मनाना,  चाहा तो हमने भी उनको रोज भूलना।  याद शायद उन्हें भी तो आती होगी?  चुप्पी मेरी उनको भी तो सताती होगी?  दुर रहकर भी पास जाने की कोशिश की बहुत हमने,  पर दुर रहकर दूर ही रहना सिखाया उन्होंने।

She is like a tulip— not the rose with its obvious allure, not the sunflower with its easy joy, but something softer, something quieter, yet equally powerful.  A tulip blooms in its own time, not rushing, not demanding attention, but when the world begins to thaw, when the frost begins to retreat, there she is— standing tall, delicate yet strong, her petals folded tightly, protecting something inside.  Like the tulip, she carries her beauty not on her sleeves but deep within, and only those patient enough to wait for her to open will see the full breadth of her heart. She doesn’t unfold for everyone— and why should she? Not everyone understands the value of something so fragile, so rare.  Her roots are deep, grounded in soil that has been through winters, that has weathered the storms. She may appear delicate on the surface, but her strength lies in what is unseen, in the way she stands firm even when the winds blow, even when the world tries to bend her. She knows how to...

Days of summer, I wait to run wild,  Akin that little child-  Carefree, unaware of the world,  Living in the moment, Every single day!  Monsoon brings love and light,  Dark gloomy days know my plight,  Thunder weaving stories I have never heard,  Before it's sunny again,  Until there's cloudless days,  Walking through unnoticed hallways!  Like leaves in autumn,  Leaving comfort behind,  Letting go of loved ones,  By making changes!  Like mornings of winter,  Waiting for sunlight,  Snow fights, chilly nights,  Looking over the city lights!  While I am doing all that,  I hear a voice calling my name,  Calling me? Yes, it's calling...  And me...? I am falling,  Until spring breathes me back to life again,  Help me, I am falling!  After every winter night,  Before the next summer morning!

Mujhe khabar thi,  Ke milenge,  Ke zaroor milenge,  Do milenge,  Ya chaar milenge,  Apitu yeh naah khabar thi,  Ke itne saare milenge,  Ke gin naah sakenge,  Ke yeh ghaav,  Ishq ke,  Itne chubhenge,  Ke seh naah sakenge…  Ke reh bhi naah sakenge,  Ke keh bhi naah sakenge,  Yeh ghaav,  Itne gehre honge,  Ke kabhi mit bhi naah sakenge…  Mujhe khabar thi,  Ke milenge,  Ke zaroor milenge,  Hriday pe milenge,  Hriday me milenge,  Yeh ghaav,  Ishq ke,  Be-intehaan rahenge…  Ke itne rahenge,  Naah jee sakenge,  Naah mar sakenge,  Or agar  Mar bhi gaye,  Tabh bhi,  Yeh ghaav,  Ishq ke,  Kabhi naah mitenge…  Mujhe khabar thi,  Ke milenge,  Ke zaroor milenge,

She is a poetry:  Written in silence,  Read in peace,  Spoken in whispers…  She marks people as;  Stories, Smiles, Scars,  Gazes and Faces;  Everything depicts a story,  And there she realizes,  There are more than stories,  Written over them…  She dreams of love,  And all that it brings,  And wakes up with a heart that soars and sings…  She is forever the girl who,  Would rather sit beside you at cafes,  Then across from you…  Marks beautiful sentences in books,  And goes back to them later…  Gets a little too excited about things,  And ignores when people ask her to calm down…  She is the companion that,  Writes poetries in the hope that,  They’ll reach to the ones who need them...  Will fly to the moon,  But will come back,  Every night,  To sleep beside you…  She loves like me,  Hair-pulling, lip-biting,  Tongue-twisting, dee...

It was just  You and me;  Sitting on the bed,  Half-naked.  We were drinking  Cheap wine  And eating cold pizza.  We were nothing but  Two fuck-ups  Who loved fucking  And fucking each other up.  We couldn’t help but laugh.  Caught between rounds,  We were too lazy  For anything else  Other than more sex,  And so,  We lie down,  Play dead.  Undies on the floor,  Hearts at the door.  We both felt like  We desired more,  But we had never really reached  Anything past this stage before.  We are creatures of convenience;  sexual deviants  Who are always;  Just one "2AM text" away,  But were never really  The type to stay.  It's either that  Or we just don't say,  You were never a fan  Of honesty at 3AM.  For once,  I want to cuddle  And be tender.  But I'm afraid  That if I stopped;  Being roug...

मन की हालत आज हल्की हुई है,  सदियों की कमी शायद आज पूरी हुई है।  ना चाहकर भी आज उस राह पर रुख मोड़ना ही पड़ा,  जिससे बचकर भागने के लिए बोला करते थे झूठ हम बड़ा।  राह से खबर मिली आज हमे यह,  के आए थे राही कई याहा।  आज हम भी उन राहियो की सूची में शामिल हुए,  आज हम भी उन भटके हुए मुसाफिरों से एकमेल हुए।  मुसाफिरों की उस टोली में से दिखा कोई अलबेला,  ना जान ना पहचान पर फिर भी वो मुखड़ा लगा अपनेसा।  रातें साथ काटी हमने कई उस दौर में,  बाते तो मत पूछो कितनी बाटी हमने उस दौर में।  खुश थे सब, मगन थे सब अपने साथी के साथ,  लेकिन नमी थी आखों में के अब कुछ ही दिन है ये बात और ये साथ।  उन पलों को हस के जीए हम,  आगे की ना सोचकर आज में जीए हम।  जाते जाते वो कह गए हमसे;  मुसाफिर हो तुम भी, मुसाफिर हैं हम भी,  किसी मोड़ पर फिर मुलाकात होगी।  प्रीत की डोर बंधते वक्त नही लगा ज़रा भी,  लेकिन उस डोर को टूटने के लिए लग गई पूरी उम्र ही।  आज भी उन पलों को याद कर हम मुस्कुराते है,  आज भी उन बाहों की गर्...