my thoughts as strewn words
Saaz hai
Jhankaar hai
Is sannaate mein bhi awaaz hai
Roop hai
Kuch rang hai
Is chaandni mein bhi dhoop hai
Mauj hai
Aur uchhaal hai
Is samundra ki bhi ek fauj hai
Fark hai
Kayi raaye hai
Har nazariye ka ek tark hai
Jaana hai
Samjha bhi hai
Kabhi milna bhi ravaana hai
Keemat hai
Kuch Kadar hai
Kuch pal ki hi to ganeemat hai
Saal nikle
Kai baat nikle
Is thehraav ke bhi chaal nikle
© Rakshita Verma
10th May,
2012
Posted in Life, Personal, Poetry, Writing.
– May 10, 2012
A little cream on top
Some caramel to drop
Chocolate on the side
Or parsley to hide
Oregano or chilly flakes
For garnishing sakes
Will only be able to lure
Not hold you for sure
The real substance retains
Despite glory and pains
Keeps your interest rooted
As it is the most suited
Seasonings are for seasons
Or no rhyme or reasons
It is just on the surface
Not deep down in the base
Neither is a mistake
But what is your take?
© Rakshita Verma
5th May 2012
Posted in Life, Personal, Poetry.
– May 10, 2012
This is not the beginning We appear here and It has been continuing My story’s most important I was choosing life My life is a conflict We never saw the beginning © Rakshita Verma
Neither is this the end
It’s a never-ending saga
My dear friend
Sometimes there
We met again; tell me
Déjà vu is where
It will never not flow
It’s a story retold for
Generations to know
May be it isn’t even a story
It’s just a passing phase
Not a matter of glory
Or was being chosen
I see them passing by
In some moments frozen
Or in conflict lies my life
I find peace and solace
Amidst all the strife
Will never know the end
We are mere specks out here
In this gigantic trend
September 1, 2010
Posted in Poetry.
– September 1, 2010
It’s not me, it’s my clothes
You are looking at
It’s not my smile, it’s my eyes
You are focusing at
Couldn’t be my eyes, it’s else
You want to see
It’s no one else
You’d rather be
It’s not the pace
Li’l less, too much
It’s not me, it’s my soul
You want to touch
It’s not place, it’s time
You’re booking for
It’s not me, it’s you
You’re looking for
© Rakshita Verma
July 9, 2010
Posted in Poetry.
– July 11, 2010
Posted in Poetry.
– June 30, 2010
Knock, knock
Yeah, I heard it right
But it went unheard
On that dull night
I was dwelling
Frankly on the dullness
Sulking, indulging
In my own emptiness
KNOCK! KNOCK!
It was a faint tap
Or so I thought
Immersed in my nap
I was literally gliding
Walking on clouds
It seemed chaotic
Amidst noisy crowds
Knock, knock
I saw the door shake
But it went unseen
Thought it was a fake
I didn’t want to see
The mirror on the wall
Nor was ready to
Hear the inner call
Knock, knock
Someone open the door
Did you hear me?
Or should I knock more
© Rakshita Verma
June 7, 2010
Posted in Poetry.
– June 8, 2010
I am looking for a li’l girl
She has a way with words
Moves around with a twirl
I once saw her lost in words
Jumbled up completely in figures
And in stories of bees and birds
On a serene, starry night
Walking lone amidst a crowd
Trailing the moonlight
Bills, EMIs, queues
Fighting, striving all along
Surviving on truce
Saw her wasting time on vanity
On things that matter but don’t really
I know I lost her to reality
© Rakshita Verma
29th April, 2010
Posted in Poetry.
– April 29, 2010
I miss seeing birdies in the morn
One for sorrow, two for boys
But I still manage to see pretty boys
And guess what, they still want to go
To some nice outing with me
Then it was candy, now it's coffee
Starting of every month
I remember standing in long queues
A humble fee and no other dues
My money still seems less
My dreams appear no closer
Days are left, monies all over
I still fight with boys and girls
Now they think it's all fair
Yeah, I don't push them or pull their hair
But I still eat up their tiffins
On my birthday they behave really good
I have a feeling, it's for the cake and food
My afternoon athletics practice
Happens in the evening now
And I sneak parties every then n now
Lying awake with my alarm on snooze
I still tell myself, this is so uncool
I just don't want to go to school
© Rakshita Verma
Dec 3rd 2009
Posted in Poetry.
– December 3, 2009
Tumhe dhoondh rahi thi main
Chappa chappa chhaan maara tha
Kabhi Mandir, kabhi masjid mein
Sar aankhon pe uthaaya tumhe
Chuua to tha tumhe pehle bhi
Par haath na aaye kabhi tum
Titli ki tarah udte phirte ho
Ya kisi chataan me base ho
Roshni chhan ke aa rahi thi kamre mein
Aankh khuli bhi na thi tab tak
Mere sawaal sunke aaye ho
Ya unka jawaab bhi laaye ho
Main hi sawaal hun, main hi jawaab bhi
Dhoondhoge to paoge zaroor
Main nahi aaya, na tumne bulaaya
Tumne aaj hi mujhe mehsoos kiya
Patton mein main hun, hawaaon mein bhi
Jiski pooja tum nahi karte ho
Un kitaabon mein, makaanon mein bhi hun
Dekho na ab to TV par bhi main hun
Main hi zarra, qayanaat bhi main hun
Main hi kasba, khayaalat bhi main hun
Yahan baithe tum akele nahi ho
Tum hi main ho, main hi tum ho
Sarhad bhi main hun
Uske paar bhi main hun
Kis paar? Ye sawaal bhi mera hai
Ye saara khayaal bhi mera hi hai
Kise dhoondh rahe the tum?
Apne saaye ko dekh kar bhi pehchaana nahi
Apne aks ko pehchaana par kya jaana hai?
Khud ko bhi bhala koi dhoondh paaya hai
© Rakshita Verma
August 15, 2009
Posted in Poetry.
– August 17, 2009
The free lunches
Gladioli in bunches
The hunk & the lift
Semi-precious gift
Spicy stories to brag
All come with a price-tag
Psychedelic evening sky
Rain drops crossing by
Thoughts and fears
Laughter and tears
Life in a back-pack
All come with a price-tag
Deep lines on faces
Shows life in phases
Traces ups and downs
Reducing us to grounds
Vices n virtues that I lack
Life comes with a price-tag
Rakshita Verma
June 21, 2009
Posted in Poetry.
– June 24, 2009
