'Twas a Summer Love

 ‘Twas a summer love,
Soft as the dusk on skin,
A season stitched with golden light
And laughter carried by the wind.

We spoke in stolen afternoons,

In sunsets melting slow,

With barefoot dreams upon the shore

And nowhere else to go.

Your eyes held July thunderstorms,

Wild, restless, warm, and bright,

And every touch became a spark

That lingered through the night.

The fireflies knew all our secrets,

The moon became our guide,

While hearts too young to fear the fall

Still loved with reckless pride.

But summers fade like painted skies,

And tides forget the sand,

Yet somewhere in the quiet dark

I still reach for your hand.

For though the years have carried on

And changed what once was true,

Each summer breeze still whispers low—

I once belonged to you.

Holding On, Letting Go

She once believed...

This life would hold.

Like hands that never let go,

Like promises that didn’t need

to be spoken twice.

She poured herself in quietly,

in a thousand unseen ways,

in patience,

in understanding,

in choosing “us”

even on days it felt heavy.

But some distances

don’t arrive all at once.

They grow slowly,

in the spaces

where words are withheld

and hearts learn to sit alone.

She tried,

more than anyone will ever know.

Tried to mend,

to wait,

to soften the edges

of something that kept slipping away.

And somewhere along the way,

she began to feel

the quiet ache

of losing herself.

Leaving was not sudden.

It was a tender,

aching decision,
One that came

after she had given

all she could.

She did not walk away

because she stopped caring.

She walked away

because she finally

started caring for herself.

Even now,

she carries both -

the grief of what was

and the gentle hope

of what can still be.

Sometimes the bravest kind of love,

is the one

which lets go

with compassion.

A Ray That Never Reached You

I did not wish to fly away...
Only to rest where you would stay,
To stand beside your quiet light
And be your morning after night.

I held a hope you never knew.
A gentle sky that leaned toward you,
While you were chasing other stars
Unaware of these silent scars.

I learned your laughter like a song.
Carried it with me all along,
But every glance you sent my way
Fell somewhere short of what I’d pray.

The future once was painted bright
With both our shadows in its light,
Yet now I walk a different road
With love that has no safe abode.

Still, hope remains...
Though not the same!
It burns without a borrowed flame.
For loving you has made me see
A deeper strength inside of me.

And though my heart stood in your sun,
Unchosen, quiet, and undone.
It learned that even love unreturned
Is proof of how brightly it burned. 

Leaving, Like the Land Does

She loved him

the way the earth loves rain—

open, patient,

never counting how much it gave.

But some clouds pass

without breaking.

Some skies hold everything back.

So she learned

how fields do it—

how they rest

when nothing comes,

how they do not beg the season

to change.

She did not leave in a storm.

She left like dusk—

slow, certain,

with the light still warm

on her back.

What she carried with her

was not loss,

but knowing:

even the soil

must sometimes lie fallow

to remain alive.

And one day,

something would grow

without being asked.

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Ye kaisa Ishq hai!

तुम आए थे जैसे कोई दुआ

बिना माँगे, बिना आवाज़ किए—

और मेरे दिल में जगह बना ली

एक हल्की-सी मुस्कान की तरह।

तेरी बातों में एक सुकून था,

तेरे आने से घर जैसा महसूस हुआ।

हर शाम तेरी, हर सुबह तेरी—

मानो मेरी पूरी दुनिया तुमसे शुरू होकर

तुम पर ही खत्म होती थी।

पर प्यार भी कभी-कभी थक जाता है,

बिना वजह, बिना किसी शोर के।

हमारे बीच जो धड़कनें थीं

वो एक दिन चुपचाप धीमी पड़ गईं।

तुम दूर होने लगे,

और मैं हर दिन टूटता रहा—

ये समझते हुए कि पकड़ना

हम दोनों को और दर्द देगा।

आज तुम नहीं हो,

पर मेरी छाती में एक जगह

अब भी तुम्हारे नाम की धड़कती है।

कभी-कभी यादों के दरवाज़े खोलकर

मैं तुम्हें चुपचाप देख लेता हूँ—

बिना शिकायत, बिना सवाल।

क्योंकि जो प्यार सच्चा होता है,

वो खत्म नहीं होता—

बस एक कोने में बैठकर

हमेशा-हमेशा रोशनी देता रहता है।

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Malaal-e-Ishq

Maloom hai ki tu mujhse ishq nahi karta,
Maloom hai ki tu mujhse ishq nahi karta,
Lekin ye malaal bhi nahi,
Ki sirf main tujhse ishq karti hoon.

Jab bhi baat karti hoon tujhse, 
Tere khayalon mein doob jaati hoon.
Tu saamne hote huye bhi,
Tere baare mein sochti hoon. 

Kehne ko toh tune haami bhar di,
Kehne ko toh tune haami bhar di,
Rishte ko nibha bhi raha hai tu,
Fir bhi jaane kyun,
Tu door sa lagta hai mujhse yun. 

Tujhe khone ka darr sa laga rehta hai,
Tujhe khone ka darr sa laga rehta hai,
Jaane ye khayaal kab aya mujhe,
Fir bhi lagta hai ki tujhe main riha kar doon! 

Laazmi hai ki tujhe main riha kar doon,
Par iss dil ka kya karoon,
Jo tujhse riha hona nahi chahta!

Anjaan Ishq

 Jab bhi aaine mein shakl dekhegi,

Sirf uska chehra hi dekhegi...

Jisey paane ki itni koshish ki thi usne, 

Wo pehle se hi kisi aur ka tha...💔💔

Ye jaan gayi thi woh,

Maan bhi gayi woh,

Par dil kahaan maana,

Woh toh sirf pyaar karna jaanta tha...

Across the Miles

We began like dawn!

Soft light spilling into laughter,

every message a melody,

every silence, sweet anticipation.

The miles felt weightless then!

Carried by promises and dreams,
our hearts learned to speak
in time zones and moonlight.

Now the rhythm slows!

Calls fade, words tire,
but beneath the quiet ache,
something steady breathes.

Love does not vanish!


It changes its form,
A quiet flame learning patience,
A root growing underground.

So let the space between us
teach us new ways to touch!

For distance is only geography,
and love,

Our truest homecoming!

Kashmakash

Aansu beh chale aankhon se, 

          Wo bhi beh chali unke saath-saath,

unn gehraiyon mein!

Dil samandar-sa bhar gaya,

Kashti bhi kahi beh gayi kahin.

Ab kahan jaaye wo,

Kashmakash si thi usko.

Wahi dariya mein doob jaaye ya

yunhi paani mein beh jaaye?

Jab Tum Mile

Adhuri khwahishon ko mile pankh, 

Rangon ki bauchaar aayi,

Jab tum mile.

Khwahishon ka silsila shuru hua,
Dil ke armaan kuch pal jaage,
Jab Tum mile.

Baarish ki pehli boond giri,
Kuchh boondon ne chhua,
Toh aisa laga ki,
Tum Mile.

Tumhari ek muskurahat ne
chuppi todi meri,
Man khil gaya,
Dil machal gaya,
Tum jo mile!

Ek hi jhatke mein duniya ulat gayi,
Tumne jo kaha mujhse,
Jaan ho meri!

Tum jo mile...

#pozicoolraga #poetry #secondlove