AFREEN !!!!




We parted ways beneath the desert moon ages ago Afreen,
Vagabonds linger and rests sometimes passing by the spot Afreen,
Their hearts of longing, distant from their beloved homeland Afreen,
Do they too smell the desert, of  love I  buried ages ago Afreen?
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Your lashing hair, the ragas that your eyes conjured at nights Afreen,
Words like pashmeen, when roses blended with Heaven for me Afreen,
Lightning, flutter, youthful,wild, with ripening smile-glory was you Afreen,
do wearied travellers today  bow down to the times we'd spent Afreen?

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The gypsy storms, the wilderness, the trials of the days Afreen,
those magical nights danced as we melted under the sky Afreen
You were my zikr before all, you  my favourite Eid desert Afreen,
I am  you, in the desert storms today; with you, my desert rose Afreen!

(c)ig

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Jaan....

Ab khali jaan baaki hai
unki amanat se saji hai
unki rang wali rooh pehne
unme ghuli huwi hai.

ye jaan hi to hai
unme dhalti bikherti hai
raat ki andhiyari mein
unki saanse chunti hai.

ye jaan ek fitoor hi to hai
bhatakna aadat bani hai
Manjeere ke sur mein
unki adhuri sargam bani hai.

ye jaan ab mitti hai
unki baarish me ghula hai
sondhi si khusbu baney
unki kyaari mein basi hai   (c)ig




Alfaaz kuch yoohin.


Ek kamaal si nazaqat wo.
Wo cherey jaye gehraiyon ko
Ek saya jiska sajda ho.
Roshni se bheegey Naina wo.

Sapno me dubke paar ho wo,
Aur ziid se latpat baadal wo,
Zindagi ki roshandaan me-
Bearish ki beej boye wo.

Raat ki ansuni deewaron pe
Ek sukoon bhari kharoch rakh de wo.
Mere khamosh zubaan pe
Chand labs kaano me guunje wo.’  (c)ig 15.4.2013

Random

'Neendein kahin durr jate hain,
khwabon ka mehkhana khula chhorke,
wo darwaza raat ke hawao ne tatola hai,
ya fir ye sapno me unka barasna hai?'
(c)Indrajit g. 01.06. 2012
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"jo aanchal kabhi dikha na ho,
wo aaj jaana pehchana sa dikhta kyon?
jaise jheel ke us paar sapne jo base hain,
wo kareeb aane laga hai yuu" (c)ig

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'you are
the beads of golden dew-
that o well....disappear,
the lightning in the dark-
before the sky's clear,
a skip before a heartbeat-
to which i run past slow,
the duststorm in my eyes,
that which i not let go.
the last song of the dusk-
after which...
the morning dint show.
you are'... you always are.  

 (c)ig2012

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"the stars shoot & gilitter in the heart,
the clouds from the coastline depart,
I see the moon bathed in beauty-
of you....of yours... & of my endless wishes mighty!" (c) ig.




Mai aur.......

raat ke palko taley,
aahat ki saanse jab
bikharke moti sa lagta hai
tab hum un motiyon ko
see lete hain adhuri saanso se.
... aur dono kahin raat ki kisi
adhurey se koney me yunhi
chup sa ek dusre me sama jatey hain::::
mai aur meri Delhi......

(c)ig

It's You I feel.....

My petals of love remain strewn still,

A heartbeat worth oceans roar, reel,

Every word in the air storms past, unhealed.

& I wait & I wander & it’s You i feel.


Dreams infinite peel off one by one

It’s Guardian- the lonely nights,

Who, to your pruned Meadows, take flight

I sleepwalk images & it’s You i feel.


Indrajit G

Prelude - Before I Die

Haste not, for the time is still,
the moment will touch & go,
I can feel, oh! I can see-
Windchimes in the sunset glow.

There's a distant shell in the sea,
Bring it on, Let me listen to-
her footsteps & her fragrant breathe
before the tides disrupt the show.

Blow me over breeze so swift & insane,
that balms the pits of my pain,
& before the tempest erupts again,
Let me be! O just let me be!

Indrajit Ghoshal- May 2011

Fear...

A sudden fear gripped,

paralysed me, like one crippled evening

betrayed by a whimsical night.


Darkness came later,

thus,the evening was set free.

My fear now awaits the Light.

Indrajit G.

Travelogue- A Poem

I followed the trails of mine, left behind long,
I strolled backwards to the lost far-flung song,
I skipped, I hopped and groped towards those lanes,
Time, whose Elegy wrote, in haunting fragrance.


I stopped over to the times of Abandon,
I felt the rain, touched the ground. O Heaven!
I ran asunder the backbenchers den,
I cried tears of joy, the void inflicted pain.


Nostalgic me then ran behind further,
'Furtive glances, hush! O Granny's hither! '
Umpteenth forgiveness pleaded one more time,
Her child hugged her wrapped in her timeless rhyme.

Then the World turned misty and quietude prevailed,
Sacred beads of heartstrings love-attached laid,
Two lives in secrecy conspired in unison,
A mother awaited, with her son to be born.


Indrajit Ghosal

Bato....

Wo aankhen bujh gaye us din..
tasvir me jo aaj bhi khuli hui hai...

Ek hansi ruthi hui baithi hai..
Wahan kone me fir kaun hans rha hai...?

Wo saanse chalee gaye..
wo sapne hai jo jaati hi nehi...

Na jaane kis roshni ki aur tum chal diye..
Andheron me Yaadein tumhari fir kyo hai...?

Un sab mausam ko roka hai maine,
Pasine se saji,hari ghason ke tale..

Dopaharon ko aaj tum nehi aaoge,
wo khel beech me hi adhura reh gya tha..

Happy birthday Bato and rest in peace.

Was it......

Was it the playful breeze
placid that whispered within?
Or was that you rhyming
a Sonnet of love that has been?

Was it the Sun over me
radiant glowed and shone?
Or was it a beaming hue
of specks of time that had flown?

Was it my Epitaph
scribed in colors of rainbow?
Or was it a timeless shrine
of love, that touched and did go?

Indrajit G.

Paperboat


My paperboat has set sail,
roughing the storms and tumbles,
hinder not it's way tonight,
It's sailing , far from shambles.

The spirited wind cries hoarse,
Rain patters unfriendly guise,
Up and down and through the town,
My paperboat sways and rise.

Make way for it's fate tonight,
It sails past infinity.
Bearing the mast of victory -
to carve a mark in Eternity.


I.G.

The circle of life.

Time just fades to the next tide,
seconds transit to make an hour,
another breathe melts with the dark,
the circle of life goes on.


A passage of life from innocence,
Thames flows to the song of youth,
Return to the wombs would Thames one day,
the circle of life then would resume again
.

Indrajit G.

And why...

And why am I in the race?
Where did I fall behind?
No perspective, no say,
why I see the falling blinds.... falling and falling and falling?

When did the world left me?
Why don't I find a soul fonder.....
to sleep me through the rough tides?
and wake me with the kiss of life....deeper and deeper and further?

Where did my palace disappear?
Or is it the fog's treason....
veiling the palace like one erstwhile love...
buried snowdeep, going, going and .... gone?

P.s - Just an imagination. The snow would give way to the light.AMEN.
I.G

Norma Jean

Ages roll in specks of dream,
sometimes dust, sometimes mellow green,
Open eyes despair for a fleeting glance,
Closed eyes discover you Norma Jean.....

The drapes and the wind rage a war,
the mightier shall arise to win,
Fickle rays when stream to the heart,
There, from my window, I see Norma Jean...


In the kohl of the twilights I gaze,
in every glisten of rain I've been,
Hidden in my heart's promenade,
why then I seek you Norma Jean?


Nights paved way to midnights,
and midnights turned to morning's sheen.
An erstwhile sailor clings to live and laugh
with you my love, my Norma Jean.....


Indrajit Ghosal

My Ghobchu writes.........

So do you miss calling me...
Running to the bricks and stone,
‘Ghobchu, come quick, it’s cold here,’
In wee hours, as cold waves moan?

I would follow, run past you,
Leading you inside your place,
My comfy home awaited,
To your legs, I buried my face.


So do you miss my breathe tonight..,
insecure quaking of my heartbeats?

‘you are strong, my fighter you are’,
You uttered as you missed few beats.
Layers of clothes over me,
I remained cuddled in your arms,
You put me inside my room,
Came every sec I raised alarms.

So do you miss my spirits,
Undoing your hurdles everytime?

‘this time I restrict your space’
Your prophecy failed, I cared a dime.
Everywhere I poohed and peed,
I was beyond your confines,
A tired you moped day and night
I knew you loved me oh! So deep.


So do you miss me banging ...
at your doors till you open?

‘ his inner strengths makes him bear’
You mused ‘ winters took his bros’.
You would never know I called,
Like I did in wee hours,
I took your love with me dear,
When it did me in- stern winters.

Stillborn.....

Beyond the hills and through the dales,
there floats the swerve of shapely clouds,
The veiled sun in it's primeval guise,
Night's dewdrops beneath me skates.

Beyond my heart and through the soul,
lumps dormant whirl in crisscross lanes,
A veil of smile , untied shoelace.
My stillborn love, my ashened fireplace.


Indrajit Ghosal

Forgiveness

Why should I seek forgiveness?
You chose me as the unfaithful!
My Lord, my Hero, you knew it all,
My betrayal you foresaw,
you also,foresaw your crucifixion.

I bore the hatred, I lived them all,
Mercy- you stripped me too,of my pride,
Thirty pieces of silver maketh a Traitor-
Condemnation- The price I paid
while you hatched a plot for Eternity!!

You were the one who once befriended,
and honored the Son of a Man, My Lord,
Time graced the son of God Immortal ,
while I, your loved Judas - accursed;
My Lord, my Hero, you knew it all.


This is obviously a fictional poem. Additionally this is my 100 th post. Thanks for everything all of you.
Indrajit Ghoshal

Wo.....


Wo kabhi mujhe dhunda karti thi,
kabhi chhupke kahin,
kabhi bas yunhi....


Wo kabhi mujhe dhunda karti thi,
idhar,udhar, har jagah,
kabhi bas yunhi...


Wo kabhi mujhe sehlaya karti thi,
Jab mai rota raaton ke ghere me,
Mai use odh ke so jaaya karta tha,
kabhi bas yunhi.....


Wo kabhi roya bhi karti thi,
Aur apne ek buund mere haathon me deti thi
mai jab mangta tha to,
kabhi bas yunhi...


Wo kabhi ziid bhi karti thi,
use ye chahiye, use wo chahiye,
uski duniya me mujhe bulaya karti thi,
kabhi bas yunhi...

Aaj Wo kahin hai, durr kahin,
kahin hai, yahan nehi,
yahan nehi.....

My 99th post.

Indrajit Ghosal

Just like that...


I painted a picture decades ago,
I imaged myself as a fortunate one,
The Masterpiece of mine, in tatters lay,
I, the Master, survey the ruin, aloof, undone.


There was a dream, a sketch of the heart,
And inroads to fondness of an embryonic soul-
that wretched in pieces, buried snowdeep alas!
The prophesy of the golden spring,did depart!

Indrajit Ghosal

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