Nature's Beauty

I love..

I love the night sky..
Full of stars
A moon reigning in the middle of stars..
They make me forget my fears..

I love sea..
The sight of waves makes me believe that wonderful things ain't permanent.. They come and go..

I love the green grass..
Walking on them bare feet makes me feel the essence of beauty we crush everyday..

I love sun..
The sight of it makes me believe that when U shine bright, none dares to even raise their eyes at u..

I love rain..
Getting wet in the rain bring rejoice to my heart..
Nature's cry to provide us delight..
Tell us to bear pain to bring smiles..

I love mountains..
They make me believe that there is a certain height we have to reach n when u reach there everything seems so beautiful..

I love river..
Flowing unstoppable.. Facing all the obstacles.. That's absolutely plausible.. Teaching us to move on and on.. No matter what..

I love Breeze..
Soft breeze..
That washes away all my pain..
All my rants..

There's peace in the form of nature.. Nature have their stories to tell us.. Calm ur agitated soul..
Bring silence to ur solace..
Hear it..
And u ll find the secret to the tranquillity of ur soul..
© Rifat Parween
13th Nov,2014..

Yesterday I was busy questioning my ability,
Today Thinking of future seems to be my necessity

In those days of friendship n prank,I was still trying to break up my silence n learn how to be frank

When my mates fell in love n suffer the break up sigh,
I was still wanting myself to be freed from that stole of shy

My soul wanted to rebel against those who cursed me for being not like others,
Still I held up my patience high for outsiders

My inner self ask me,is patience ur sword???
And I find myself out of words

From dreams to reality,I kept on walking n explored it deep,
I knew life had no reasons stored for me to weep

A really long journey of teen age,
 I tried my best to release emotions out of that cage

But my need and pride of always being right,
Helped the cage to held my struggling wings tight

Seeing those kids enjoy everything,
I feel the immense pain of the fun missing

From kites to pocket money,
Short skirts to boyfriend as honey,
I lost everything that's funny

Maybe all this made me unique,
But not certainly weak....

I m like others,I can run,I can walk,I can fly
Yes I can laugh,I can giggle,I can cry

Turning 19,
I can't demand to get back my age of teen,
But I can enjoy life like I regret nothing

And feeling to end up the further questioning of ability,
N restrain myself from future's thought,
Cause all this seems to bring in futility..

© Rifat Parween
:)

MASK

                 I don't know whats affecting me so badly that i wish to cry every day....

                                      Maybe its songs....maybe its thoughts...

                            Its like the moment i feel that i am not doing anything...

                              somewhere near the heart i feel something strange... 

            like lungs have stored so much air that it becomes difficult for me to speak..

                                                   and can't let the air go....

            and for those moments i feel like i have gulped something which is much larger

               than i can swallow...and as if its a game in which i cant spit what i gulped...

                                                 then i feel warmth in my eyes....

                                         which wants to flow in form of hot tears...

                                     warming my cheeks and pacifying the mind..

                                    I am unaware about the reason behind this...

                   all i managed to notice is that during those moments i am usually alone....

                                                          my senses almost dead..

          unable to help myself all i mange to do is smile sarcastically when someone notices..

                       hiding the fact that there is something behind this smiling mask.....

                                                   a face full of scars....‪#‎todescribecrying‬
                 
                                                                                                               ~Ajay

Photo courtesy- Nausheen Ali

 

Tumhare liye rona achha lagta hai
Tumhari soch me khona achha lagta hai
Khali kagaz dhundhte hai ab kalam lekar
khayaloon ko lawzoon me pirona achha lagta h.

Phir khush hote hai parh kar jo bhi likha jaye
Sochte hai sunayenge tumhe jab baat hogi
par awaz sun kr hi kho jate hain,
bole kya hum. . .tumhe hi sunte rehna achha lagta hai.

The to kuchh nhi
Likhte bhi the to kuchh adna sa
Khayaloon par zor dalna parta tha pehle to
Kehne ke liye kuchh dhundhna parta tha.
Mile hain tumse jab se, mere man kokhud-ba-khud
Bayaan ho jana achha lagta hai.

Tumhare liye rona achha lagta hai
Tumhari soch me khona achha lagta hai
Bekhayali me takte rehte hain kuchh ko
Dard ko ankho ke zariye beh jana achha lagta hai.

-NAUSHEEN ALI

What am I ?
A shadow?
 Struggling dark to throw light on my very existence?
 Or a fragile soul..?
That heals one wound and bear thousand other sore's..?
 And I Stand still in the whirlpool of confusion as I witness the time passing away..

(c) Rifat Parween

her eyes resplendere like the morning sky....

her placid smile is all I seek....

....when all you can see are blurred lines....

Every cloud has a silver lining......

          Abhishek Ghosh

HOPE!!!!!!

 sometimes somewhere someday 
 we will meet....
 we will exchange some smiles...
 frowns and cries..
 relish some moments 
 and make some memories...
 sometimes somewhere someday 
 our eyes will meet.....
 lips will curve
 and beats will increase;
enjoying the silence we will breathe...
 and someday walking down a street 
our hands  will meet
and the moment so precesious will stop the time....
and slowly we will walk 
enjoying the warmth,
trust in your eyes peace in mine...


                                                 ~Ajay

SHANTO AAKROSH

Boye chle jawa chokhr jol,
Thambena aaj she to obirol |
Jto okaron hatchani shei shohoj pathe ,
Adr makha bichanaey sudhu tomar sathe ||
Nishpap mon r nishpraan deho,
Tomar alingone aaj pabe mor sneho |
Jto jhonjhat jhamelar chuktir biraam ,
Kaar doshe dshi hy hbo aj bodnaam ||
Shei ek sathe haath dhre hata shei path ,
R thakbona ek sathe e to tomari mot |
Hoeto vulecho aaj tumi sei sb din ,
Pordar arale lukiye thaka shei antarangr scn ||
Aaj vulecho lamiyam park r kolonkito raat ,
Balur ghate veja chule shukno tmr haat |
Aaj gach tao kadche bshe sudhu ekta ktha vebe ,
Proshno tar samne ele uttar ki dbe ? ||
Boro eka lage aaj mor mon vlo nei ,
Thik bujhbo chokh samay ele shei tmr choatei |
Aj jani na kon karone sbae chere chle glo ,
Dur thke holeo thik pabe tumi amar alo ||

 - RAHUL ROY

INTO THE OBLIVION

Sometimes our eyes catches a sight of a speck of resplendence and we land into the oblivion...somewhere totally disconnected from the surroundings...experiencing a mind boggling silence...our eyes unable to collect the pictures properly. We see our surroundings as a hazy image. We don't even feel the transactions of daily life. Sounds become inaudible. All we see are some flashbacks...as we walk down the memory lane again. As if for a little moment our senses fail us...our brain stops recording and a second becomes a minute. I am unaware of what beholds us in those moments.I only know that I resurrect myself in those moments of solitude and oblivion quite often followed by the emotional rollercoaster of hope,fear and of the fear of loosing my sanity...#flashbacks#oblivion
pic by Urmi
~Adrika and Ajay