An Eternal Affair with Moon

 An Eternal Affair with Moon 
Sun is set, day is down
An end to dawn is set in motion
Charming dusk came with divine stars
To capture the world again and take to paradise
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Star, with her twinkle blink
To catch the world just by her wink
In her hide and seek, she is fine
That’s how she shows her frame of mind
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She is clear in her expression
Her serenity on Moon and fury on Sun 
Veils herself like a shy girl with the Moon
Her joy by then is secret to the unknown
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Seconds shine seconds disappear
This the way how she loves her dear
Her innocence can be compared
To the blossoming buds spread
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Through winds she sends her message
She follows the same since age
Blowing wind whispers her love
This is as sweet as morning dew

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Depth of her feeling for her dear
Cannot be found and it’s rarest of the rare
She never minds as to her dear hears to her
Her feeling to him is ever flowing river
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She comes before him to see him full of eyes
She leaves before him filling him in her eyes
She spends the day in that thought
What wealth he to her had brought
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Ever since history begun her affair is there
She has a dream to make it a rare
Which she never wants to share
Which she kept as a secret with care
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She goes for mourn when moon is not seen
A fest for her when moon is on his full shine
She is alive and along with the time she moves on
Since for her he is the only one who is on
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Everywhere she looks around
She can just feel his sound
For the whole night she is awake
Celebrating the happiness as her love is back
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Past, Present and Future are there
As a witness for her affair
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THE NAMELESS WOMAN NOT TO BE CALLED (27.08.08)-

THE NAMELESS WOMAN NOT TO BE CALLED (27.08.08)- 

by - S.A.A. 

She is the one to be called 

Still the callous world calls her a call girl

Days for her begin with sunset and ends with daylight 

In between a life lead by her heaven proved hell 

Survival is not a question but the only motive left to her

In the midst of the brutal society which bestowed a life to her 

She is the scapegoat for the viciousness of the society

A wanderer whose fate lost its numbers in the game

She is the one whose name not supposed to be called 

Still the callous world given her name a call girl



Long for a for meal to keep herself alive 

Skin and flesh together in her soulless body

For those devils which burst desire to have her 

Vivid dreams went colorless in coloring her body

Started finding a life in the lifeless night light

No matter whether he is black or white 

The gain is hers if she gets one for that hour of darkness 

Who pays well no matter rich or poor she never cares

She had never seen delighted morning dew

The bliss of evening stars is just an uncanny fact to her 

She is the queen of her own gloomy world 

Where she herself is the ruler and the ruled

A blind went behind riches in search of riches

Who lost her persona for unknown persons

She is secular in her like 

Hindu, Muslim or a Christian all are alike, 

Her life is eternal nevertheless it is winter, summer or spring 

She is never unwaged as long as she is on her swing

THE BATTLE LOST WITH NO WARFARE (27.01.07) – S.A.A.

THE BATTLE LOST WITH NO WARFARE (27.01.07) – S.A.A. 

Feeling in heart that a battle was lost with no warfare
What an end to such a splendid trance which has no compare
Nights gone off track nights grow spark just on those pensive thought
A nameless yearn deep-rooted in heart was grounding paramount
One after another all dreadful thoughts with endless count

Parades of these departed a feeling that a battle is all set
Day in and day out mind was filled with this preparation
Earning or learning, friends or family, mind was setting its position
In the theatre of war which was just a future unborn

Honing its swords, whetting its weapons in all the manner possible
Designed for making itself a conqueror and be successful
All the deftness and the shrewdness was intended to utilize for malice
To make the rival to shatter into piece with no solace

A champion was it as long as a wrath was formed in enemy’s mind
An impious grin was in succession bit by bit while the same was found
A horrendous dream was crushed while the enemy was underneath terrain
With a perpetual snooze where his heart was at its rest with no pain

Heart left a feeling that a battle was lost with no fight
Thoughts went futile with no upshot

Bougainvillea

I did question my dear father, as a budding kid
It was genuine on its own from an innocent mind
It was about the vivid flora caught my eyes
Which struck my heart at first glance


Its colorful, it’s wonderful, it’s delightful, it’s blissful
And it’s beautiful, is it a flower?


Father looked into my eyes, and just said, my cheery dear
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea
It is a thing of beauty, though not a joy forever,
You regard it, gaze it, admire it and you adore it.


Name it not, let you be baffled
With wonder in your heart you get puzzled
It never reveals the charm unravelled
It had seen the land untraveled
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea



It won’t complain, it won’t moan, it won’t whine, it won’t lean,
It will just be a spectator for the world unseen
The silence speaks better than words is its lesson
Which it took years and years to learn
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea



No faraway lands, no legendary times
It’s just grown with your own rimes
It swirls and curls to airy chimes
It never has any melancholy mimes
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea



It’s not behind the mountains and the moors
Nor does it hide behind showery shores
In times, it lies still and be gleaming
Like a bundle of beauty seem dreaming
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea

 

Father, I know now, it was not just about flower

It was about the unsaid feeling, which heart cover
It won’t change by my tears
It won’t bend by my words
Father, I learnt now, it’s a truth, but bit bitter

 

Which shattered my morning twitter
It cut my wings and faded my smiles
It shaded my shine and blinded my eyes
Father, I feel now, it was not a feeling
The wounded heart has no healing
Words uttered were never meant
Feelings showed were never felt
Father, I realize now, its reality

Lonely nights with teary eyes and the serenity
Memory of spoken words with broken heart
Life now stopped playing its part
Father, I see now, the weeping heart has a repent

For believing the words and for being innocent
The game played in the name of feeling, which was not real
The world and the people being so surreal



The heart just mummers with no shimmers

The silent tears drop down the cheeks
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea
It’s not a feeling, its not heart, it’s not like, it’s not love