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

Second Bloom

I had folded my heart away,  
tucked it in silence,
as one tucks a fragile letter
into the back of a drawer.

I told myself,
Love had had its turn.

that the music was over,

that the dance was done.

But then you appeared,

not with thunder,

not with the rush of storms,

but with the quiet certainty

of morning light.

You did not ask me to forget

the shadows I carried.

You simply stood beside them

until they no longer frightened me.

Your laughter stirred something

I thought I had long since turned to stone.

Your touch did not demand.

It invited.

And in that invitation,

I felt my walls soften,

brick by brick,

until even the ruins of old love

looked like the foundation

for something new.

This second chance is not a return

to what was lost,

but a tender beginning,

a softer unfolding,

the kind that grows from patience

and the courage to believe again.

To love you now

is not to erase the past,

but to honour it.

To know what pain taught me,

yet still choose your hand in mine.

And if the heart is a garden,

then you are the bloom

I never thought I would rise again.

So, let the world say love is fickle.

It only knocks once.

I know better.

For here you are,

and here I am,

ready to begin,

not as if it were the first time!

Where Shadows Hold the Heart

 

You tell me you love me,

yet your eyes look past my face,

searching for someone

who lives only in the silence of memory.

Your arms are warm,

but your heart is an echo chamber,

still ringing with the laughter

of a love long gone.

I stand here, alive,

offering touch, offering today,

but you kneel at the altar of yesterday,

faithful to shadows I cannot chase away.

Is it love,

if your vows belong to a ghost?

Or am I only a visitor

at the graveside of your longing?

You say the words,

but I hear the distance,

a man chained to remembrance,

too loyal to the past to walk into the present.

And I,

left holding the ache of almost,

learn that sometimes love

is not enough

to resurrect the living from the dead.