Mocked I stand...

 I used to laugh at them.
The ones that said it was true.
I used to crib at them,
The ones who forgot others.
I used to taunt them,
when they said it was impossible without it.
I used to criticize them,
saying all they ever did was waste time.
I used to hurt them,
by making them cringe for mentioning it to me.
I used to belittle them,
when they showed it in front of me.
Suffice to say sometimes it felt so true,
that I tried to change my mind.
Sometimes it was so fake,
that I knew I was right.
I kept having the same stance for eons,
Everyone would tell me I was a fool,
And I believed they were wrong.
What it was or is I don't know,
All I can say is when you have it too good
Its like seventh heaven.
All I can say when it becomes bad,
Its like groundhog day.
Confusion confounded have I become,
like a clown without the circus.
I stand corrected as I say,
Detractors you were right and
I was wrong..
Mocked  I stand 
In this menagerie called life.
I never will understand it fully,
All I know is I have to move on
Without any regrets.

Ek asha...

Usko ho na patha
Akir kya hai khatha,
Is dard-e-dil ka bepahna,
Aksar sathaye usse,
Kabhi rulaye mujhe.
Chupi hui hai zindagi
Is kashmkash rahon mein.
Manzil hai tho paas,
Lekin Safar Lamba,
Kareeb aa jao tho,
Lamha khone ka naam na letha,
Deedar ho jaye ahistha,
Usko khabar na ho kaisa.
Muskurakar hum sama jaaye,
Is gehri naqab ke damaan mein.
Ijazat hai tho vida lethe hai,
Is Tasaboor ke saaya se...
Baatein jaari rehengi,
lekin faisla tho le liya,
Bas Intezaar hai us pal ka,
jab sab kuch ek nazarana ho jaye...
uske ek labz se...huzoor!!

For her....

For her he was eye candy,
who'd just blow her off
Like a speckled dust in the wind.
For her he was unattainable,
who'd never look her way.
For her he was ignorant,
who'd never understand her.
For her he was a nice guy,
who'd give the obligatory smile
For her he was kind,
who'd just listen to her ramble.
For her he was considerate,
who'd give the benefit of the doubt.
For her he was sensitive,
who'd never hurt her.
For her he would be it,
if it was an alternate reality.
For her he was a rock,
who'd stand by her.
For her he was a hero,
who'd be always in her dreams.
What is going on here?
The game of hide and seek.
The game fate plays.
Two hearts yearning ,
But each hidden under a veil.
Both stand here and gaze,
Only the audience know
What is going on.
The silence between them
filled with so much meaning,
Where is cupid when you
Need him the most!!!

For him....

For him she was a story,
who'd make him a hero.
For him she was a muse.
who'd make him an artist.
For him she was music,
who'd make him a maestro.
For him she was mystery.
who'd make him an enigma.
For him she was a riddle,
who'd make him a sleuth.
For him she was a pillar.
who'd make him grounded.
For him she was an antique,
Who'd make him unique.
For him she was a gem.
Who'd make him rich.
For him she was light.
who'd make him bright.
For him she was opposite,
who'd make him stymied.
For him she was anything but,
What he thought
was his ideal her.
For him she embodied,
The crux of his being.
She held his heart.
The question begets,
What was he to her?

Tiding life....

Looking around everywhere,
Glimpses seen of the past.
Scenes seen of the present.
Dreams seen of the future.
A collage of times known,
Woven on the fabric of existence.
Some bright some dull.
Making an interesting fixture.
Transpiring thoughts inside.
Waking meanings outside.
Leaving an impression subtle,
like a droplet in the ocean.
Only for a tide of waves,
that seem to ebb and rise.
Like the ups and downs,
Of this mirage called life.