For Return He Must

The leather boots,

stamped and marched,

those weary eyes searched,

when all left,

waiting on an empty station,

with frail legs and wrinkled hands,

sat there, a mother,

maybe the next one,

maybe tomorrow,

as the train whistled away,

he's a valiant,

he's a warrior,

I cannot lose hope,

in pride I must live,

O! my perfect one,

I know, return you must,

for I am waiting,

for all the prayers in the deep of the night,

for all those days when I slept hugging your shirt,

for all those times when I thought I heard you knock at the door,

Be safe be well,

be strong,

A lone tear trickles down,

I mustn't cry , I mustn't cry,

"dead" they say , I do not believe ,

you're my stalwart,

with her tender grey locks ,

every day she saw,

fathers , lovers & sons,

every day she sat there,

broken in spirit,

but firm in hope.

For return he must,

for return he must...

PEBBLES

Pebbles black , grey , brown,

held tightly in the palms,

as some of them fall loose,

tiny palms moist with holding them,

pockets full of seashells,

and broken glass worn by the tides that hit it for years,

with feet free to roam around,

raced kids on the shore,

"I win , I win " as they shouted,

with tumbling feet,

hair plastered to the forehead with moisture,

loose curls tied in ribbon & satin,

"wait for me" , rosy cheeks flushed,

as the tiny people in their tiny bubble,

knew not a worry in the world,

leaving back small footprints,

to be washed away with sequence of tides,

"I'll mark our spot with this pebble "

promising to remember it till the next time,

as each pebble laid on the shore ,

stamped with moments ,

stamped with dreams,

left there , to be found again.

Drowned Into It

Those flames danced,

flickered and glimmered,

and kindled a spark in me,

my soul gathered me,

and flew me to eternity,

I sighed and gasped to breathe,

the wind swirled around me,

taking me to limits,

a voice in me kept raising high,

I found myself in a noisy crowd,

bloody eyes peering at me hard,

the noise outside,

the noise inside,

I fell to my knees,

each tear fell,

formed an ocean,

I kept drowning,

till I felt nothing,

just the space above and the ground below.

Shards Of Glass

Through my kalaedoscope,

of colored glass,

of shattered symmetry,

and measured beauty,

angles and arches,

fragments of hazy shadows,

stained glossy pieces,

over a bricked wall,

or within me?

embedded,

sharp edged,

from the fullness of form and shape,

came these,

broken,

and lonely,

unnamed shards of glass.

In My Lavendar Note Book.

The tear stained paper,

and ink blot,

where the pen stuck,

in the fortress of thoughts,

a bold line,

crazily drawn over the words,

trembling hands set the book in the lap,

the lavendar leather cover,

coarse at touch,

the pen refused to ink down more,

fingers tap the cover,

the lips quiver to humm a melancholy tune,

pure but thick with woe,

absent mindedly,

the burried discomfort surfaces,

I can't lag,

these hands must write,

these hands are designed vitally to write,

must write.

H I M

( To my computer geek)

For the love of binary,

for the sake of java,

the only script you would read,

that is the most I could pronounce,

the router's down,

the usp is messed,

O! I adore you my geek,

through countless nights of useless words,

found meanings that define us best,

for all those arguments I thought I scored,

I know it was you ,who'd just let me win,

A gentle smile,

worked best for you,

while I yelled and fumed,

and promised not to talk,

"A male chauvinist"

"An egoist" - I would say,

just to be proven wrong,

and again you'll come,

all bright all sunny,

all stubbornly firm,

not losing hope,

the movies,

the football games,

"lost" and "prison break"

the gadgets,

the x-box,

underneath that tech attire,

I found you, my " computer geek"

Blossom

Each wilted flower has seen,

a gentle smile curled on the lips,

a glitter in the eyes that saw it,

caressing touch of fingers that brushed past it,

a cheek as rosy as itself rubbed against it,

a warm sigh of an old lady,

remembering someone,

a bee that drank it's nectar,

waved in hands of a young lover,

whispering stories short and sweet,

little prayers and wishes,

whispered to it for good luck,

a shy giggling girl,

repeating- " loves me, loves me not "

little buds blossomed,

and carried secrets as they bloomed,

secrets of life,

serene and true.

Tides Of Time

The tides of time have risen,

lets set our boats free in these storms,

let the roaring waves consume us,

lets sit with feet dangling at the edge of the wooden plank,

as the white foam is splashed in,

lets sit under the clouds that pour furiously,

let the storms of contempt throw us back,

as we throw ourselves into it,

the tides of time have risen,

lets set our boats free.

December's Eve

The molten golden sun,

diving down,

into the dusky evening,

sets it curtain down,

the turtle doves,

the blue breasted,

orange beaked birds,

float and flock their way,

to the warmth of their nests,

as I lay quietly,

snuggled under sheets,

all cozy,

the wind blows outside,

rustling the leaves,

on a december's eve.

Knight From A Lost Battle.

I see my fingerprints on the proof of insanity,

A song driving bolts into the dead skin,

mottling,

pale,

cold,

singing into the ears of roaring sea,

debris of penetrating tune piling up at my doorsteps,

hear me,

my tune,

the melody of foiled agony,

the snowflakes blown away in the wind,

resting aimlessly on bare branches,

I am but a leafless winter,

the white fluff that coats the earth,

the grey sky that breathes into the day,

innocent truth of craftily hidden solitude,

the knight from a lost battle.

Bhai ...

What ever your mind can concieve and believe it will achieve.Dream great dreams and make them come true.Do it now.You are unique.In all the history of the world there was never any one else exactly like you, and in all the infinity to come there will never be another you.Never affirm self limitations, what you believe yourself to be , you are.To accomplish great things , you must not only act , but also dream ,not only plan,but also believe.If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost- put foundations under them.Yes you can , believing is magic.You can always better your best . You don't know what you can do untill you try.Nothing will come of nothing.If uou don't go out on a limb , you are never going to get the fruit.There is no failure except in longer trying.Hazy goals produce hazy results.Clearly define your goals.Write them down, make a plan for achieving them , set a deadline , visualize the results and go after them .Just don't look back unless you want to go that way.Defeat may test you ; it need not stop you.If at first you don't succeed , try another way.For every obstacle there is a solution.Nothing in the world can take place of persistence.The greatest mistake is giving up .Wishing will not bring success, but planning , persistence and burning desire will.There is a gold mine within you, from which you can extract all neccessary ingredients.Success is an attitude .Get yours right.It is astonishing , how short a time it takes for every wonderful thing to happen, now show us the colours of your rainbow.

Raheel Pirzada.

All Dust

I set out to change her , n there she is ,clueless at the boundaries of changes and transitions , attempting to keep the child inside alive ....fog and dust settling down in layers of crimson , dropping the nucleus of life into darkness.. The hungry waves rise to devour her and she hides in a colored glass house...Dreamy depths wrap around and cruise through the memory lane..She stands and watches at her hazy reflection , ripples and words folded into pages that crumble at touch..All sand , All dust