हम क्या बताएं जनाब...

वक़्त बदल जाता है

वक़्त की इनायत भी

सुहाने शाम के बाद काली रात की तरह

बदल जाती है मोहब्ब्त भी

वो खुशनुमा आवाज़, वो प्यारी मुस्कान,

हमें महरूम कर गए।

दिल - ए - गुलिस्तान कि यादें, हम क्या बताएं जनाब,

वो भी एक दिन था हमारा

जिसने हमें तब्दील कर दिया

जिस राबिता की इबादत की थी

उसी ने आंसुओं से भर दिया 

Priya H. Rai

Says who? The great you?

You know two sane people can't fall in love. Too much critical thinking ruins their love.

Oh really? Says who, the great you?? She giggled and made fun of him.

"I will be the lame one then, she said.
If you are up for handling me"

"I am a free thinker", he replied.

'dont encourage me. You might get stuck for life with me' she smiled and looking at him.

"well I don't mind. I don't want to wonder forever anyway. I just want to cross the river and settle down. And I would gladly do that if it's with you"

Priya H. Rai

Unfolding Myself

I seek the nervousness which is demure. When the lights are turned off, I lay down gazing the ceiling in dark imagining the light that I saw the whole day. I befriend the loathed and envy the charming. Weird as it may sound I thrive to become every other person I meet. They leave a part of themselves gracefully for me to absorb and reflect in my own being. 

Who am I afterall? Am I all those or all those whom I want to be like? Who is the real me? Where is the real me? 

I close my eyes only to realise that each breath of mine is a breath taken by this planet itself. What I see in the night sky are not just stars but a part of this wholesome unpredictable universe. Does my existance count? Why do I think about myself so much? Am I searching for myself within me? Or am I just looking for another breath to acknowledge mine. 

The deep sense of belonging haunts me. I admire the courage of those who wear their hearts on their sleeves. At the same time, I fear the ones who have control on their mind. Everything is unpredictable yet always predictable. It sometimes feels like the whole universe has many folds and one of me living in each fold waiting to meet the another one as it goes.

Priya. H. Rai

Tiny tales of big hearted romance

Writing down is easier eh?

So we can read it not once but a million times again to stay where we are.

Feeling is difficult, is it?

Too scared to feel free again

Or maybe too free to feel caged again.

Void space is what we seek eh?

So that the space can just be ours or maybe a 'hope' of someone can use that space.

He maybe a simple man

And she is indeed a simple girl

Worlds apart yet dreaming of the same.

Tiny tales of big hearted romance.

Priya H. Rai

Jab hoga tab hoga...

जब होगा तब होगा

उस तब की तलाश में

मैं अपना आज और अभी छोर दूं?

तुम्हारी आंखों की मुस्कुराहट को रोक दूं?

या फिर तुम्हारी हाथो के स्पर्श को रोक दूं?

कभी महसूस नहीं किया कि में भी एक हिस्सा हूं

किसी की जिंदगी का 

किसी की ख्वाहिशों का

किसी की कहानियों में 

मैं भी एक किस्सा हूं।

ज़हन में  दो पल आने तो दो

तुम्हारी सासों की गर्माहट में सामने तो दो

जब होगा तब होगा

उस तब की तलाश में

मैं अपना आज और अभी छोड़ दूं?

छोड़ दूं उन लम्हों को?

जब दिल बेचैन होता है

थोड़ा गमगीन भी होता है

की तुम मेरे आज और अभी हो मगर कल का पता नहीं।

जब होगा तब होगा

उस तब की तलाश में

मेरे मन की मुस्कान को ना जाने दो

मेरे धड़कनों की आवाज़ को तुम्हारे कंधे पे सिर रख थोड़ा शरमाने दो।

आज और अभी, यही है मेरा।

तुम भी थोड़ा जान लो 

इस बात को तुम भी अब थोड़ा मान लो

की जब होगा...तब होगा...

Priya H. Rai

Inner-voice

There are times when I feel left out, not lonely. 

There is a difference.

I tend to feel that my affection and care is misjudged, not unreached. The words that I speak are misread not unheard. Those are the times when I do not know where to seek refuge.whom to consult, whom to talk to. It is not that I do not have people around me to talk with but it is the fear that they might misunderstand me. Its the insecurity that builds up inside me, not letting me believe in the word "trust". 

Its that feeling of self doubt that I struggle with, within myself... quietly. 

There must be a way out. Isn't it?

Priya H. Rai

A soul's battle

A soul's battle

If only my heart was a bomb

Then mind would be the battlefield

Situations would like army general's scream

"Shoot them now"

If my mind was leading a revolt

Words spoken would be its slogans

No peace treaty would be signed

Only voices crying "go away"

War ground is within me

The land I stand on is blurred imagination

Emotions are my swords to fight

Only to bleed within the skin

Surroundings seem like the spying eyes

Their gut feeling crawling within me

It's the day that mocks me today

To say that it's my sad story

Punched down and smashed hard

Not my body but my soul

Looking for a way out
Not just my heart but me as whole.

Priya H. Rai