Bas ek tasvir ki chahat liye...

Dil mein dastak de rahi hai woh

Na jaane kyon

Apna sa lag rahi woh

Kya bayaan karun

Hale dil hai jo

Bas ek tasvir ki chahat liye

Deedar ko taras raha hai woh

Chand lamhe bhi sadiyaan lage

Tere aane ki aarzoo mein

Aur ek tu hai

Ki tujhe meri

Is tadap ki khabar tak nahi

       - by Vikas Sharan

A Strife of Mind and the Heart...

Wisdom makes life tolerable

But then a life

That is no more than endurable

Is merely a strife

Of mind and the heart

Is simply a survival

Albeit with the pain

Which lingers and goes nowhere

A Story...

Chapter 1

He followed the lady as she left the bar….out on the streets, in the dark, deep in alleys further darkened by the greed of mankind and the urge to be animal. The alleys were the ones which were strictly forbidden when he was a kid….these were the alleys of shame. As he grew, he wasn't sure, losing the conviction over the knowledge which had been passed onto him from his parents. What replaced it were the stories he had heard from friends who swore it to be no less than paradise, if there ever was any.

Today seemed like his chance. He was good with talking, having inherited it from his father who was a salesman, and a very good one it seems coz all the ladies in the area where he lived, smiled differently at him. However, his foray into the learnings of life was pretty limited, till then.

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to be continued...

Not Without You

For My Wife

If I could write poetry

I would write to you

If I could sing a song

I would sing it to you

I would make them beautiful

And they would all be true

I would write of love

And how it is you
And then...

I would sing of life

And how it is...
Not, without you

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My Morning's Delight

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

The effect is somber

I wake up tired, bloodshot eyes

A gush of air, across my face

Fails to drive you away

And I remember you

Conceited woman, wanton love

Futile desire, I mull over

Your treachery, albeit with no anger

Though gone, you are just at the turn

The play is stupidity, my princess

No more you can run

Luxury, worldly pleasure

You desire lavish affairs

But everything comes for a price

There is no remembrance

Of kisses we shared, the way we loved

Though I clearly remember the beginning

Of the end that was

My morning’s delight

For days you haven’t been

Darkness within, morning’s delight

For no more you will ever be

the posibilities...

I dwell on the possibilities

Of adventure that you bring to me

Allowing me the belief

Of being a superior man

The lover who could thrill

Make you weak in your knees

A man with strength to ward off

Any unseen worldly plot

You make me believe

In my immense power

That is but not known to me

I crave the excitement

That surrounds you

And I simply love you

For the reasons you make

Me love myself